Without exception here it rains
Weeping never, Nae- Storms, they came
From a distance none so far away
Bleeds, A beating heart awaits
All of every, All the same
The night begins, in dreams it rains
Wandering through, the darkest caves
Knowing all that was, has passed away
Born unto every storm
The waters rage evermore
Higher ground sought beyond the rising shore
The kingdom, gone; Where once there was-
Is now no more
So, onward weary, loneliness
Hell's gates of fire, A burning kiss
It matters nae the promise left for this
Dare love for naught, sweet tenderness
(11/02/2024)
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