Light
First cry, language of the unheard
Old ghosts dancing to a new birth
Knit from souls vanished long gone
Into one, a Reaper’s sideshow
First step, open gates to homesteads
Last thought innocent and unscathed
Tenth spring, sirens knitting mindscapes
Passion of the young, anchors aweigh
He of myriad songs
Of a lifelong call
Cries its moment to the stars
Rips a withering heart
To fall apart
The unweaving has begun
The unweaving has begun
To fall apart
Rips a withering heart
Cries its moment to the stars
Of a lifelong call
He of myriad songs
The unweaving has begun
Passion of the young, anchors aweigh
Tenth spring, sirens knitting mindscapes
Last thought innocent and unscathed
First step, open gates to homesteads
Into one, a Reaper’s sideshow
Knit from souls vanished long gone
Old ghosts dancing to a new birth
First cry, language of the unheard
Light
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