For There Are Times In Our Mistakes

So love has slipped among the seams
Like silent whispers in my dreams
For none have yearned beside the flame
To pity what and there's no shame

What light ventures in the north
That binds the ways that we are taught

Foolish fellow of fallen brow
How is it now that you are sound
Sound in what, I say it with
For there are the echoes among the cliffs

Greed be the light of our salvation
Before this state of perseveration
One light to lead my fellow nations
For there is hope in our relations

Breathe, as we are brethren, bothers
Not like sisters or our lovers

Claim not in that which you adore
For there is love and that I'm sure
Shall I shelter pity, in its pain
And dance among the falling rains

Shun the day, in daylights wake
For there are times in our mistakes

My heart feels heavy like the stone
Cold and barren, I am alone
Greed and I give way to my creation
For I am bound within each sensation

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