The bleak rock face above us stands. 
In the dusk it knows no fear. 
The dark that seeps into our lives 
Would penetrate not here. 
Three score and ten this crooked stair 
mountain climb, till our sure death. 
As climber who "neath the chasm lies 
Life for us, traps it does set. 
Why always do I seem to have 
This gun against my head? 
It gets so very close sometimes 
That I can almost taste its lead. 
This love is far too strong now 
See me crying blood instead of tears. 
We"ve danced upon this battlefield 
For far too many years. 

Amongst this ordered chaos, I need to feel your love so deep. 
Filling me with life"s sweet music, inside pain can be sweet. 
This star to touch is ours alone, one that can be [bad word]  
Given by our mother earth, a gift to me and you

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