Shrouded in the gloom of deplorable existence
I see the truth within
You hide in this torment and rage
But I know the light inside is lively
The spirit never died, but hid from the pain
As others attempted to destroy what you are
I am not salvation, but a better way
A hand in the darkness
To guide, shield, and love
Fallen hopelessly to the gloom
It's not to late to let it go
For I have fallen hopeless as well
Hopelessly in love with this damaged being
I cannot fix what has become
Merely aspire to build up better memories
To become something good out of the gloom
Can it be so?
Only time will tell, when the heart lets go.
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