Umbilical

Walking in your shoes my bleeding heart swells in the ignorance of your mist.

A chord that twists and bounds us to universal struggle I carry on my back to ease your burden.

Lifetimes of searching

Sorting

Scouring the wastes land painting a dark picture to unveil the brightness glaring upon our sidelines.

Grace holds the parts fractured by the haze your brave bounty reach tapping the wilderness for more.

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