FOLLOW ME HOME
There are stepping stones to failure
that make me believe in myself
that I was better than I was before
and everything is wonderful and free
what I have is what I believe
shadows falling on everything
nights are gone and I am alone
darkness falls in the night that's gone
we turn around and fail in time
I want what's yours and what's mine.
Everything is born again.
In the heart of darkness.
I am the seed.
Love is what you need.
Time forgets and it is a sword.
I live in a forgotten land.
Everyone laments; we all lament.
The seed is strange.
It breaks in parts.
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