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Down, to where the sand lies

Running through a darkened landslide

Tears like rain from your face

Foul innocent ground

The cries left unheard

A mute voice never found

Gloomy lights mark your way still

Shaping antics of your fate’s ill

Downward to the waterline

Delusion of your night

The ghost is watching still

Beneath the silver light

And there the stars, they shine so bright

You look for answers in this night

But they´re so silent

Are just glowing shades of grey

And when all sorrow turns to sand

Made by your very hand

In this desert, your life’s mend

You are parching without a chance

Failing will of swimming on

You’re the cosmos’ shattered spawn

You can´t live, you can´t stand

The fear you feel

And the waves keep crashing by

This will cause a rising tide

The ghost’s hand

It will show you how to dive

Feel the failing ground here

A torment that may hold you here

Snow, of the summer’s coming storm

Your will’s still unborn

Let the ghost touch your face

A spark, a fallen grace