We stare at the sun, until it blinds us.
No room for responsibility,
We're
Too busy buying lies.
And this claustrophobia will
Choke us, everytime we
Try.
I've developed a fear for
Everything, a fear for openness.

I slowly
Start to hope.

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As the sky turns red,
As the snow melts in our hands
Your
Tears will lead us in,
And keep us warm and safe again

(And I will leave you
With just a word,
word that litterally describes everything)