A rock to build a home on lit
by lighthouse through the rain
Your snores my private lullaby
A sound to soothe my pain
The future doesnt matter
and the past weight heavily
Ill carry it forever if
You just stay here with me
Divinty isn't found in worship
But for you, I'll learn to play the bishop
I find no use in holy words or lands
but I found heaven with you in my hands
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
A rock to build a home on lit
by lighthouse through the rain
Your snores my private lullaby
A sound to soothe my pain
The future doesnt matter
and the past weight heavily
Ill carry it forever if
You just stay here with me
Divinty isn't found in worship
But for you, I'll learn to play the bishop
I find no use in holy words or lands
but I found heaven with you in my hands
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