MVJCESTFRANCISS: Sitting in this darkness, night it is with, shimmering stars, staring at the moonlit pristine lake, I wonder how we define dark, The darkness of the night, I see through my eyes, Is brighter then my pitch black heart, If light can conquer darkness, give some light to my heart, Darkness is also a form of light, someday with wounded wings i will fly,from darkness into the light, But when the light would be shining bright, This darkness I would miss, because darkness shapes who we are, and in light we just live. |
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