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Patience wont find my name, theres no blood in the viens,
And a scar on the face, of a long gone memory.
The leaves fall from the trees, The life lived was wrong,
And the memory still sings to me, As the candle burns on.
I sang myself to sleep, And the sky began to weep,
The fire wants to leap, With a foolish urgency.
Crys came from the heart, it was finished from the start,
What happens to the dark, When theres a spark?
Fires burned my mind is cleansed, My reflection bends,
With a an old memory, that caught fireflys in the wind.
And things begin to change, Into a mindless charity,
As you watch the clock, The walls begin to bleed.
And old mistakes, That you threw aside,
Are coming back in places, That you cant hide.
So hold onto to your letters, Kiss your family goodbye,
It is for god, That you must die.
The lighting strikes, Your eyes dark as night,
Now your stuck, Until the final fight.
And in the eyes, Of a broken law,
Your tormented soul, will be proven wrong.
Blaine McCanless
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