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Moving sands beneath the earth

Unseen coils show the way

A beacon of hope among the cruellest blight

Thoughts swirl around a new foundation

Be my guide in mists of grey,

smothering mires dispersed with a wave of your hand.

Be my star at close of day,

blossoming fires submerged beneath the restless land.

Coursing through the darkness,

along the lines of fate, like quicksilver.

Coursing through the darkness,

along the lines of fate, like quicksilver,

Willing the motionless to give in to me.

Be my guide in mists of grey,

smothering mires dispersed with a wave of your hand.

Be my star at close of day,

blossoming fires submerged beneath the restless land.

Shifting bands surround the earth

Unseen coils show the way

A beacon of hope within the blackest night

Senses point toward a new direction

Be my guide in mists of grey,

smothering mires dispersed with a wave of your hand.

I dive outside the valleys I know.

Lightless paths for those who cannot grieve.

Crushed, bereft, lost.

Be my star at close of day,

blossoming fires submerged, like quicksilver.

(my star at close of day)

Waters beckon me in.

The scars wrought against my will,

healed by a single breath,

deep and cool and free.