For I look up to the

stargazing skies, with

no time to die I believe

there is still hope. In the

still, cold world, I

preach for my prayers

as told. For I fall

into my dreams, I dream

of the night with no endless

blindfold. This fear I behold

lies within my tone untold.

As my grace vanishes

onto the misty mountains,

she echoes into thin air as foretold,

and when she flows she wanders

with earth to grow old. Raindrops

cleanses the blood on my hand,

wherefore I fought for

what I have to mould.

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