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Baby, you are bruised You are bleeding From your knees Kneeling on the 5th floor Of a skyscraper Gasping for breath Gasping for something, anything To get out of the mess. You look down and know You'd die from the fall If you turn back. That almost seems better Than climbing up The rest of the steps But baby, why don't you instead look up and see The light at the top of the staircase? Look, isn't it beautiful, That moonshine, that starlight That brushes against your fingertips If you just reach up. Yes, the climb is daunting And unforgiving But just drink yourself a bottle -- It won't make it better, just bearable -- And focus on that Light at the top of the staircase Shining just for you. (Someday, someday It will be okay. I will climb this flight I will reach that light at the top of the staircase.) (Just for you, Just for us Baby.)
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Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
The light at the top of the staircase
Baby, you are bruised You are bleeding From your knees Kneeling on the 5th floor Of a skyscraper Gasping for breath Gasping for something, anything To get out of the mess. You look down and know You'd die from the fall If you turn back. That almost seems better Than climbing up The rest of the steps But baby, why don't you instead look up and see The light at the top of the staircase? Look, isn't it beautiful, That moonshine, that starlight That brushes against your fingertips If you just reach up. Yes, the climb is daunting And unforgiving But just drink yourself a bottle -- It won't make it better, just bearable -- And focus on that Light at the top of the staircase Shining just for you. (Someday, someday It will be okay. I will climb this flight I will reach that light at the top of the staircase.) (Just for you, Just for us Baby.)
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16/NB/The back of the moon
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
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