Forward to the edge and dust
i'm marching from our past
steady to the beat
of a desperate drum
ONWARD THROUGH THE STORM!
of stillness
and something
almost like silence
but for remembrances of you
[ HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! ]
i still hear your siren sound
echo between these mossy stones
strewn throughout these spaces we once called
"home"
redemption,
are we beyond
redemption?
meet me in the streets
where we once walked
together in the rain
and speak of all the many
ways things might
have been
blood on my hands
blood on your hands
blood on our hands
is there too much
blood on our hands?
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redemption,
are we beyond
redemption?
meet me in the streets
where we once danced
together in the rain
and sing of all the
different ways
things still might be
meet me alive
with hands that
pulse like raging fire
in fists raised to the sky
with the light of all the stars
raining down upon us
marching forwards
to the edge
or
DUST!
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