A touch of the night
and of my goal, I lose sight.
I stumble around on my own
to my own faults I am prone,
ready to fall into the depts
of my pool of regrets.

But your hand around mine,
pulling me back onto the line
of hope and light
as you teach me how to fight,
to look past the storm above
and see the meaning of love.

But I am weak and
I'm caught in quicksand.
Can't drag you along.
Because you are my song,
my light, my strenght and sight.
And I tire of the fight.

Yet your faith lights
the fire in the starless nights
of my soul, chasing my darkest
demons away from the starkest
truths I hide, pulling me
from my deepest fears, free...

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