Shadows stretching, like silent lines,
Reaching out from hollow signs.
Whispers of wind, the chill of night,
I stand alone — someone’s in sight.
You're my light, my phantom road,
Where all things fade in a twisted code.
You’re my light, my fleeting sound,
A mirrored world that pulls me down.
Time slips by, like smoke in hand,
Days drift on, like shifting sand.
Hands of the clock with no set place,
I chase your face on the edge of space.
You're my light, my phantom road,
Where all things fade in a twisted code.
You’re my light, my fleeting sound,
A mirrored world that pulls me down.
You re my light
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