Bring forth to me the sky of being
a world of flow and strife
fall upon the eyes of love
to cleanse the scowl of hate
Clear does the call rise
on the noon of mine desire
set in stone of past
so far away from now
Loneliness reflected in solemn eyes
How far has the road set in stone been?
How lonely the sacrifices made in love?
Standing upon the fall of the rise
tired eyes resting on the unknown…
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