Revival

When the clock rings,
and midnight is upon us.
When your hands are broken,
and you've exhausted your trust.
When the sky bleeds out,
and your eyes are red.
When your mind's in drought,
and your heart is dead.
Remember the eyes of a child,
the touch of a lover.
The lights in winter,
and the warmth of summer.
Relive the reasons that you're alive,
only then can you revive.

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