Winter

de The Awakening

I believe the chosen part
Fills my head and armour
I believe the jealous path
Recedes in all but life and my design
And the night goes by

I believe the poet sighs
In splintered home and endless light
And with a fallen glance
We let go again my love
Let go again my love

And the winter’s unknown
And the winter’s unknown
But it feels like home

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