Pedastle of snow white,
shining light,
too high for anyone to reach.
I lift you up
with arms of loneliness,
confusion and sorrow.
Perfect up there,
absolutly perfect.
Eyes of blindness,
lonely vision,
no thought of revision,
drawn veil of truth.
The pedastle is too high
to see the truth.
The cradle doesn't always fall
but the pedastle does,
it cracks under
the weight of heavy love.
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