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Fight against

the dying of light.

With burning hearts

we rage.

Full of grief

I bellow and weep,

yet I know these tears

are mine.

Remove this veil off my face,

let me see the path.

With heavy souls,

we raise our heads.

Frail wings of this life,

flying too close to the sun,

left me to fall

into the void.

One more night, we stay awake;

drifting away.

I wait above the ground, unafraid

of the dusk.

Oh, how the clouds call me to join

them in wandering skies;

they hold my hand.

Faint voices from beyond,

singing a chant of demise,

pulling the strings towards the end.

One more night, we hold on;

one more night, we remain.

Floating towards the sun,

so long till we part.

In this bed I wait,

once again, striving.

(I yearn to feel

the touch of wind)

(I am waiting,

I am floating)

Running short of time,

taking back our days.

Burning bridges

to walk this road alone.

Nothing I can say

will change this bleak fate;

yet my aching heart

rages against the light.

I'm floating

into the burning sun,

yearning to feel the light.

Knowing these tears are all mine.

Yet these tears... these tears...

yet these tears are mine.