At the end of the day, when the flashback starts
The brilliant rays of the sun is
all I’ll remember


The blinding glory, they took my sight, so
Forgive me if I’m not looking out the window at
the tired, grey moon.


The bruises and scars and
the never-constant face… a cast-off guide
when we raised our standards, but


The fierce dance of the waves, it
Knows no face and she is
the remedy to the unending turmoil of lasting



When this is all gone, you'll still be here guarding
what was never yours
We were never yours. 


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