You've been on a long walk again.
I see your two bleeding feet.
You thought about what's been said.
Now you hand the torch to me.
I hold it high but you run to its shadows to hide.
Now I've lost sight of you.
We wait 'til dawn to go.
You turn to face the East.
Your words weigh heavy on my heart.
I wear your blood on my sleeve.
You reach for the sky.
You seem to silhouette my eyes.
Now I see another side of you.
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