Why do I cry when this heavy heart weighs me?
Why is it always easier said than done
Why do I wake when Autumn has come?
This midsummer day is far from a dream
These razor sharp rays, split my last standing seams
This not a finger fighting back such bleak gravity
This is a thread, and me hanging for love's eternity
Tis' fire of yours is slipping out of my fingers
Don't blow it out
Scorch my skin for all it takes
Because without it, I'll have nothing to lose
Because there'll be nothing to keep
But will the wind bow it out
I know not ...
not yet
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