I will weave a tune, for a thousand voices
Paint it in bright colors of Deceit and pain
Hoping that one person will hear my true sorrows
Hoping that, that person will be my saviour
Hoping that, that person will bring me Harmony
Assuring myself that my journey will finally come to an end
Knowing a thousand versions of me have died already. . .

Today it started with a rain
Tomorrow it might start with a heartbreak
Loyalty is given as though it can be forsaken
Love that is eternal is beyond the understanding of man
We weep in tears in the hope of finding it
We hold onto the past thinking we have found it
Profound thoughts linger around us
Alas, what we find is what we cherish
And what we haven’t found is what we yearn for

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