And when the rainstorms win
When the cold dreams kick
When the night lights dim
I stare,
When the countless fails
Redirect my trails
When the overture ends
It's real,
My body folds
My mind is told
That I will be insane,
Just for the hour
Till springtime turns the flower
Till summer falls to sane,
I am what I am
And I am who I ought to be,
I am who I am
And you leave just as planned
But your heart
Drags behind your feet,
How can I still be so weak
This hour turns to weeks & weeks
Good morning.
Night terror sleeps.
Please,
Let this day bring peace.
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