There's a fold of darkness that hides in the groove.
When we wake its slight, but as the light gets less,
we wonder, down a path that is not our own.
Into the darkness.
Trying to find something, a break in the day where we can rest.
Where our soul stops seeking and it can be still.
Where we can lay with ourselves and wonder,
about all the beauty that makes us up and all the reasons we are good enough.
When we wake its slight, but as the light gets less,
we wonder, down a path that is not our own.
Into the darkness.
Trying to find something, a break in the day where we can rest.
Where our soul stops seeking and it can be still.
Where we can lay with ourselves and wonder,
about all the beauty that makes us up and all the reasons we are good enough.
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