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Wind Lass Jan 2018
Cold of blue eyes hold a question tonight,
Fear in the starlight holding too tight,
Gripping the steel that runs molten in my veins,
You hold me close, can't you feel the burning?

You drag me by heartstrings a stumbling pace, no I can't go back,
The noose smells of flowers still I dangle and sway,
How we flicker in the wind,
Runrunrunawaygo, Runrunrunawaygo.
My hands empty and open,
You kneel me before the alter,
Insist there's something left to offer,
But held empty hands only suffer.

Faith in the moonlight blinding our eyes, scars painted over you still feel what I hide,
You insist you like the shades of the battles I've braved,
What if I'm not ready to be saved?

You drag me by heartstrings a stumbling pace, no I can't go back,
The noose smells of flowers still I dangle and sway,
How we flicker in the wind,
Runrunrunawaygo, Runrunrunawaygo.
My hands empty and open,
You kneel me before the alter,
Insist there's something left to offer,
But held empty hands only suffer.

Cold of blue eyes hold a question tonight,
Will I ever revive what's died,
You offer me weapons for my head while you beat me into place,
You hold me close,
My empty hands burning
A song I wrote, one I'm proud of, for someone who loved the idea of me and the dreams of a future I was incapable of giving him.

— The End —