Cast down from one to the other.Last count of the day.In my eyes we are brothers. No matter what people say.
In the rogue of distant clammering. When will you stop the constant hammering. My head seems like it will explode.Cry as you begin to reload.
Paths were made to follow. Has been that way for years.Yet in self pity you wallow. Bet that was aways your fear.Now into the night we travel. How in bare feet without light on gravel?
Hoping to find your way back home. Coping as you have to go this road alone. Knowing nothing is as it seems. Showing me the other side of a dream.
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