She reaches for him, in the night
for his hand is warm, from delight.
Maybe it's tomorrow or your light
that's the skin, I now hold so tight.
Yes, stand now and I'll be by your side
remember of yesterday, easy it was to hide.
And of the white that filled your mind
this prison I showed made us all blind
But to show of our stepping stones
and how they lead, from any unknown.
For we here, who are by words owned
can design a world, where there free to roam.
She reaches for him, in the night
for his hand is warm, from delight
Maybe it's tomorrow or our light
that's the skin, now sleeping so tight.
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