Will forever cover time and space
of how long till I see your face?
I speak to me with stricken words
they come at me with brandished swords
Lightened eyes wont sleep at all
you hear my cry before I fall
Grandiose voices rail with glee
allow not death to conquer me
A faith in substitution finds
arms outstretched toward aid devine
A lasting note is on my breath
requited tones escaped from death
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