In your eyes there is freedom,
From the shadow's glare
From the wounded stares
From the mirror snares
In your hands there is healing
From the heart of doubt
From a life without
From a razor mouth
In your heart there is meaning
For the misunderstood child
For the violent wild
For the broken smile
But in your death there is nothing
Forever closed eyes
Forever cold hands
Forever silent heart
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 3:46 AM UTC
In your eyes there is freedom,
From the shadow's glare
From the wounded stares
From the mirror snares
In your hands there is healing
From the heart of doubt
From a life without
From a razor mouth
In your heart there is meaning
For the misunderstood child
For the violent wild
For the broken smile
But in your death there is nothing
Forever closed eyes
Forever cold hands
Forever silent heart
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