It’s just darkness
which edges me on
along a narrow road
weary by my side
hope scattered
in my head.
which edges me on
along a narrow road
weary by my side
hope scattered
in my head.
She was a dark horse
no reins to steer
my fingers worn
just a bit.
no reins to steer
my fingers worn
just a bit.
True friends of another
a constellation in the sky
this star I cannot see
but know is there.
a constellation in the sky
this star I cannot see
but know is there.
It’s just darkness
which edges me on
to find a road alone
and trust the sun
to wash away the shadows
and lead me home.
which edges me on
to find a road alone
and trust the sun
to wash away the shadows
and lead me home.
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