In the dying light of day
We wander without knowing
And we can get lost
Never looking back
Taking chances here or there
Telling promises to ourselves
One day we find out
Fool that we have been
Each heart ache self inflicted
Each failure our ambush
Leeching our truth out
Yearning for hope
Once the source of our venture
Until that realization
Reaching down to our soul
Tumbling down the hole
Over and over again
Under the pain
Cover your heart
Hold on to the hope
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