My heart is not my own.

My spirt is no one you will ever know.

It shares everything that whispers.

It hides all my hope except my fears.

This is the wild night that keeps me alive.

Not sharing the thought or tears that used to be.

Trying to find the wisdom that my bell can bring.

All out this is everything that I want us to be.

I just cannot see.


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