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Jun 2013
The deathly shadows casted a wave as they flashed through the burn of my headlights
On their way to another steal

Another day ?
Another time maybe?...
But turn me cold they did to form shivers
So sharp my deadened eyes rasped against their brittleness  
I hate the midnight call

This lack of rest was winning to my
Thought's of a day all mine
Yet on I must drive
For it is you that is in need
In need of these words
In need of my hands
For I am the healer and the shadows are waiting

They know all my work and despise my view
For I taketh the bad to bring light out from the dark
I am the healer
I am the one
The shadows are waiting

No payment to be crossed
No words from your lips
As my silence is your gift
So my work must continue  
The shadows are waiting

Dawn chorus wakes the morning light
To a relieve as I sigh  
The shadows are hiding and my work
is not done
Tears flow as I fall to my knees
Earth has taken its feed
Let the shadows wait
andy fardell
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