In these days of night - who will notice me?
That fire that holds us, whole and free.
Breathe, crave, feel and know.
My own eyes see but cannot show.
I want it. I need it.
This mind deceives and cannot grow.
I want it. I need it.
This heart receives and will not bolt.
In these nights of light - who will challenge me?
This sea can break us, it will be.
Lungs take in the air that we know.
My own rhythm cannot slow.
I want it. I need it.
This mind deceives and cannot grow.
I want it. I need it.
This heart receives and will not bolt.
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