With the dream and the drip,
my world growing anew,
dark light and moonrise fulfilling,
my soul in damnation.
With a dream I feel,
for a soul removed from sight,
blind eyes blood running as a tear,
my life crashing into the sin of a bottle.
For my fear I pray,
for the fear of having no substance,
life of the hero to be unafraid,
yet into the light falling.
For the forgotten path,
battered feet tread heavy,
step by step as I pace through time,
looking for reasons again.
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