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When all has turned gray and I am hanging by a thread
leaves of fall and the branches seem dead
a darkness wave, but happy instead
are these eyes, is my heart, is my soul.

as ghosts surround and tell me their tales
I wonder if in my trials I have failed
to reach my dreams from peaks to vales
in this life in which I chase.

talent-filled but forlorn and waiting
daft steps towards greatness abating
I want to run towards my fate, elating
"Take me, I am yours!"

With the lark mourning countless nights, alone
a girl now seeing lights and a world she's outgrown
to far again from something like a home
to nurture and be loved, Are you there?