shorn and torn by the wind
walking on a bridge
to a hope unborn.
feet chipping away
at the rocks on the ledge
as we stumble along
the cliff.
we are worn
down in our spirits.
we were warned
but we didn’t want to hear it.
we are coming
together
then running away.
it is never too late
to turn around
but home is so far away…
you say you want truth
but all you seek is proof.
daylight is fading and
casting shadows on the track;
this vision of us is failing and
i wonder if we will ever get back.
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