When the world is in your arms, you try to pull it all apart and keep the pieces not too far. We could wish upon a star or dream of kisses in the dark. But then we'd wake to find our hearts. I have whispered in the wind and tried to force it all to fit into a lifeless silhouette. What the tree needs is the wind and all a child wants is a kiss to promise them that there's no mystery. We've got the motions down and we all have the moon and the raining clouds. We need to realize that only love will show us what we are all living. For beyond the moon and endless space could there be a final place to take us in. With saving grace of the past thats far from dead and all the times that i have bled. I've found that hope is always left and shown me. I've seen the face of God, inside the setting sun in the dark. To believe the things i've seen.
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