Words that bleach the pictures of our memories,
Faded at the edges, diminished secretly.
Running the path I feared to tread,
Forcing myself through the days ahead.
Stand on the words of the wise,
Lost in this cold web of lies.
The wires that held me still hold me now,
The failures of my past remind me how.
Running the path I feared to tread,
Forcing myself through the days ahead.
Our careless feet leave the trail,
The seasons change again.
Running the path I feared to tread,
Forcing myself through the days ahead.
My careless feet leave the veil,
The seasons change again.
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