ECHO
In our worlds of glass,
echo desires,
ready to feel again,
the cold soon will pass,
lighting the fires,
ready to burn again.
Lost on a shore,
feelings start to wake,
ready to feel again,
from you I tore,
nothing more to take,
ready to burn again.
Pain learns to sleep,
and the doves sing,
ready to feel again,
must escape from the deep,
with hope as wings,
ready to fly again...
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