Derek Shue

Farther Away

Night is near and dawn is far, from heart and soul and mind.
And should I clasp, to any ground, I would hold it dearer mine.

Should the morning's calling find its way into my head.
I fear my waking, lonelier, from this quiet bed.

So with thoughts of broken memories, I slowly lay this head.
So with thoughts of broken silences, everything is said.

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