I catch glimpses of you,
Bright as alabaster dreams,
Amidst all those clouds and silver linings,
The golden lining,
Quickly as you appear, you dissapay,
And I am left with again with gray,
My heart shivers again,
The frost creeps over my glen,
When the warmth of you is not there,
I know you more than you know yourself,
Almost as if you are me during the fall,
Bearing the winter of it all,
Just let it go, just let it die,
I can't, I give up on you,
I give up on me, on us,
And I know I might never,
See that golden lining again,
Know your thoughts again,
'I'm fine' it could be your epitah,
On the headstone of your grave,
On a night when I once again,
Shut out, give up on that search in the silver,
To find the golden of your thoughts,
To know you, Is a journey,
Some gave up along the way,
Closing the gates leading to you,
To win you, a battle,
Some killed you to win,
Letting you lay dying on your last stand,
I have nothing to lose,
One goal for finding, your golden lining,
I will break every gate in my path to you,
Take every battle for you,
Let you stab me yourself, if need be,
And when I lay down, and look at the sparrows in the sky,
I would not cry, to die, if my last words were to see you,
Golden lining in the sky...
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