The light that shrouds
My inner soul
Delves within me
And takes control
Who I am
Is nothing more
Than a broken shell
On an empty shore
But I will continue
To fight for you
And I will continue
To hold on to the truth
And my heart conjures words
That my mouth dare to speak
But this time now
The wicked enshroud the meek
When I may watch you go
Upon the stormy skies
Like the wind to the willow
It's the lies that you despise
But hear me now
I would never let you down
But it's the way you doubt
That keeps me around
But I will continue
To fight for you
And I will continue
To hold on to the truth
And my heart conjures words
That my mouth dare to speak
But this time now
The wicked enshroud the meek
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