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In the spring

Uncovering

Painful edges

Lingering

Natural pace

Finding its place

Natural pace

By my throne

A stone

Rough and raw

On its own

Once revealed

My cave

Won't be taken

By the wave

I would face an empty void

Insecure and paranoid

Hopeless fight

Out of sight

Wrong direction

When I'm right

Worn and beaten

Curved by the tide

Calm rock by my side

It will be bruised

It will get tough

Might be hidden

Might get lost

Never hard to find

Never left behind

I can let my sorrows die

I can let my vision fly

Always there

Still on guard

Got my back

With no regard

Got my back

With no regard