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Under a frozen star, taken far from their reach

The final approach begins, focused on closing the breach

The gentle voice of a stoic brook quietly calling me close

The welcoming waters shimmer, hiding faces of whispering ghosts

Of cries below

There’s little I know

But I’ll find your secrets, your coveted glow

Your sun may rise again but I’ve been breathing on borrowed time

There is no place for angels

In this silent heaven of mine

Authors

Of aquatic graves

Sleeping

Deep beneath the waves

Tell me

What I must seek

Guide me

Your words I will speak

It seems just a moment ago, my gaze was lost in a sea of stars

My spirit calm, my eyes transfixed on the shining prophets afar

I could not see you coming, though I knew that you exist

Collapsed on my knees, I stare at the ground, engulfed by this fathomless mist

Of songs above

Not much I know of

I don’t seek your secrets, your coveted love

Your sun may rise again but I’ve been breathing on borrowed time

There is no place for angels

In this silent heaven of mine

Authors

From ethereal graves

Soaring

High above the waves

Teach me

To master this curse

Guide me

Through this hell I traverse