THE SAD ONES
You are used to loneliness
Grief is your only friend.
You walk in silence, with voices in your mind.
But with me, there is gospel:
Carry on, carry on.
Stare at the sky ,I'm there.
You are not alone. Stare at the sky.
This is hope.
If you're scared, go to church,
And find triumph in those silent battles.
Salvage what remains.
You've been lost for a while...
Here is your salvation.
You will be fine.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 6:43 AM UTC
THE SAD ONES
You are used to loneliness
Grief is your only friend.
You walk in silence, with voices in your mind.
But with me, there is gospel:
Carry on, carry on.
Stare at the sky ,I'm there.
You are not alone. Stare at the sky.
This is hope.
If you're scared, go to church,
And find triumph in those silent battles.
Salvage what remains.
You've been lost for a while...
Here is your salvation.
You will be fine.
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