In the cold frost of the morning twilight
Your voice echoes like a distant drum
Calling out incessantly, declaring your love
But your feet fail to carry you where your heart yearns
Desperately running towards your destiny
In the moist dew that lays across the morning grass
I walk away, trudging through my sadness
Promises of forever burn in the sunrise
But even silence comes to an end
The thunder of your cries rips through the air
My legs stand paralyzed, I turn to see you
And all I can do is smile, finally smile
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