Silence reaches inside of me
Searching through the emptiness
Looking for a heart full of soul.
Probing the ashes for a prophecy
But the fire is dead, the ashes cold.
Silence hunting for the ghost of kindness
In the darkness between the thieves.
Seeking for a sliver of honesty
To light its way like a gibbous moon.
But the truth has deserted me.
The truth has stolen my heart away.
She is a wicked mistress
To rob me of the dawn.
When all I wanted was shelter,
Some shelter from the storms.
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