The trickles of kisses in the shadow
Moving for the purest white
The tears of eyes looking shallow
Perhaps missing those sight
The flames of burning candles
Defying your reason of light
They wonder and grasps in sorrow
Wish they knew the virtues of bird’s flight
Without cutting you bleed so much
The pain that hurts all night
It crumbles under the skin n whispers
Dont you worry everything be all right
The panpipe sounds of silence
All it matters to be heard loud and wide
Long is the way of tomorrow
When the paths will cross and the words I hear
“I Might”
And the words I hear
“I Might”
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