Shimmering Light
Heavenly Glory
We take for granted
All we wanted
All is forgiving
All is sound
Always a whisper
But where is it found?
We are not Fallen
We are not Broken
We are the Ones
With Hearts wide Open
Falling Forever
Dark not found
Close to Lightness
Buried 6 feet underground
We are Chosen
With no Choice
To follow is Our
Only Voice
Lightness is there
Always barren
The fate we think we want is
Lightness
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