The cold comes in without a knock
The darkness kills without a shock
The weird days better than the worst
When you're a wanderer who's lost
The notion of what's up and down
Reaching an apex sees you drown
While inner strength embraces sleep
When you can't realise that you're deep
In slumber, always wanting more
And diving headlong into storm
Just to avoid the crying heart
Dying to die for better start
However, the reward is high
Reverse fall brings you into skies
And wounds of soul turn into cure
As time is growing mature
With sin and virtue coalescing
To shape and forge inherent blessing
That makes us both right who we are
Lightbringers, breaching through the dark
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Lightbringers
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