Deep down in the stillness
Where myself isn't reflected in mirrors
Footsteps, known
Creaking slightly as it make way
to the source of tears
Ailing darkness
When the curtain is drawn
Hope, blown
Cries of wind beseeching dawn
I heard you calling me as your own
Reaching out cross the throne
If I could hold on, hold you
To the cause to yield
I'll mirror the one
who made all things new
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another beautiful one that i'll always cherish.. =]
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