Blood calls to blood like sirens in the night
Run-of-the-mill, it’s just the way love goes
We, all-entangled, step into the light
And all the stranger, bolder is our song.
We dare to dream, regardless of the perils –
The ones we see and those we shunned before
And life’s to us like water to the vessels
That hold it dear and sail to and fro’.
Our only hope is hope itself undying –
The remedy for all the broken souls
Oblivious to folly underlying
We persevere: that’s what makes us whole.
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