In darkness the stars align for which they try to fight the shadows to find home.

Pouring life down on me in the spare of night i end up in darkness of the shadows for which is life of the dead.

I try to escape to the light that's actually living. 

Waiting for the rain to fall I find my way through the night in search of home which I'm misled by an undying ghost of my past that keeps me locked inside of my fears.

In darkness I rise to the light of goodness of love. 


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