Morn's light perched at my window
Autumn sprinkles fire across each leaf
Shadows fill an empty hall

As I wake the clock seems to fall asleep
Sorrow and hope walk together on crowded streets
Tree limbs dance to the wild song of the four wind
The stench of past regrets come to avenge

Today is new, yet it feels the same
Will tomorrow take me to a place that before I have never been?

I will tear down every piece of armour
break every stone I stacked around my heart

I rise towards the magenta mountain tops
light as a feathered mist I lift

A tree whom dances wild
Licked by dawns light
I will no longer bare the shame
I, a window with her curtains drawn
Mosaic glass trapped by a dirty pane


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