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Leaves are falling, smoke follow there

Paint with rain, and lonely view

So the leaves fall, so does his soul

Without these shores, the ocean waits

Carved scars screams, this is where he drowns

In his thoughts, and his nightmares

Passed the haunting names, fears without words

All words he spoke, spoke them fast

Reflections are here, by endless forms

All his thoughts, within are quiet

And still are chanting, their dark songs

Floating away, yet still stay here

Keeping eyes, open while all others sleep

A tired man, search as the struggle goes on

Scars in ghosts, that dwell within too deep

Flashing light, like the beacon of death

Ghosts observing, lure him to pain unseen

Names of our fears, written in heart

And scarred for life

Inside these lives, no guilt too small

Underneath the ground, no hole too deep to fall