Has this lonely man lost his way?
Was there ever a bow that missed it's mark?
Would you say that we imagine darkness,
And are too afraid to set the spark?
Is it for my sake that I regret?
Walking from trenches to a bitter steam,
I wonder where my heart longs to be,
And yet I know it's all an empty dream
When you begin to fear getting closer,
You know that nothing is all that clear,
And everytime the silence is mentioned,
Your voice rings out through my ears,
It's not worth going home to blankets,
Like window shades hiding transparency,
Of eyes after realizing they're your own,
And that that is all you had set out to see
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