Calling

Footsteps are stalling
As wind chimes are calling
The stars of our dreams are the ones we see falling

Defenses forestalling
The burdens we’re hauling
Through hills of old wounds that would soon leave us crawling

With a blanket of tears
For a night full of fear
With our eyes swollen red, watching light disappear

But we never see clear
As we clutch what is dear
We just hope it remains when the day reappears

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