Trystan Murray

Rookie (1855-1888 / London)

Running

Flying on the wings of a wish
Forever through the night
I feel like the moon, surrounded by clouds
Reaching for you, the inaccessible light

You’re on the run, fighting the darkness
Trying to keep eye on the sun in the distance
But you’re locked in the shadows, and the key is inside
Though you can’t find the place where it’s hiding

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