Rain is cool
Past the borders, in between beliefs and life
I loiter until I can steal a brief little glimpse of light
From of what there can be until it's my reason I fight; is this a trade between my capacity to seek
For that of my sight?;
Is it the mistake of the dream to find its way to please a sickened mind?
Or is fault rather in the distance made when it leaves a hell it left behind?
And at what point will the world listen if not when it's right?
Am I looking at what's left after time?
Will peace attend?
Will we please the dead?
Can we let people in?
I don't know what I'm looking for.
I can retreat to the narrow tongue
And bask in the yellow breath of fires
cast upon me out of love
And I'd burn as a bulb
Retiring in a burnout
In a hope, a desire
To help you know,
That if it's love
Then when I go,
I gotta go,
There's a time
I know
I'll have to be replaced
You need your light
Use me and let me go
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