I am pacing,
...pacing,
Back
And forth,
Fingers tracing
Heavy doubt,
Upon silken skin
Pondering
a heavy sin,
Won't you leave me?
Set me free,
to a release of flight...
Tender thought in morning light...
Sing a gentle song,
murmur along,
Tell me.
This will be alright?
Tomorrow will change,
let it be,
No more flight,
No -
Tonight is for a fall,
And so,
On the moon,
I call.
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