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Alone
Shifting light outlines my battered form.
Stranger to the world, alone in my abandonment.
A gaining army of white horses,
stark warning before the icy front.
The deceiving calm betrays all signs of impeding change.
Evening tide what do you hide,
damnation or salvation? As my skin breaks the blackened
surface, the cold is rising,
yer all embracing. Darkness,
erase this lonesome place from my every existence.
An angry sky bares the signs,
a distant violence yet to break.
The ocean's travellers cry forth across the waves.
Lightning cracks across a vast horizon,
reaching out its hands towards an unsuspecting shore.
No light to guide. No ties,
no ties to bind. Evening Tide what do you hide?
To the years spent waiting on the winds of change,
this is penance paid. This is my penance paid,
to the morning Sun, whose warmth never found this young
man's face. Shifting light outlines my battered form.
Stranger to the world. Alone.
Evening tide, what do you hide?
Lightning cracks across a vast horizon,
reaching out its hand towards an unsuspecting shore.
With a final effort I strike out across the swells,
seeking only the answers, maybe horizons hold.
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seeking only the answers, maybe horizons hold.
With a final effort I strike out across the swells,
reaching out its hand towards an unsuspecting shore.
Lightning cracks across a vast horizon,
Evening tide, what do you hide?
Stranger to the world. Alone.
man's face. Shifting light outlines my battered form.
to the morning Sun, whose warmth never found this young
this is penance paid. This is my penance paid,
To the years spent waiting on the winds of change,
no ties to bind. Evening Tide what do you hide?
No light to guide. No ties,
reaching out its hands towards an unsuspecting shore.
Lightning cracks across a vast horizon,
The ocean's travellers cry forth across the waves.
a distant violence yet to break.
An angry sky bares the signs,
erase this lonesome place from my every existence.
yer all embracing. Darkness,
surface, the cold is rising,
damnation or salvation? As my skin breaks the blackened
Evening tide what do you hide,
The deceiving calm betrays all signs of impeding change.
stark warning before the icy front.
A gaining army of white horses,
Stranger to the world, alone in my abandonment.
Shifting light outlines my battered form.
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