Distant sounds escape the void where our voices once could speak
Find escape in scars and faded souls taking form
Injecting hope to lift our heads
Graves are growing closer every gust
With secrets I keep from you
Folding space as we ascend beyond
Is it the call? When do we fall?
I am not among this trail of living thoughts, keeps you alone
Will we wipe these pages clean?
Losing faith in consciousness,
Now I am born in moving words
Folding space as we ascend beyond
Is it the call? When do we fall?
To count the toll of beauty's fall
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