Beyond

an original song
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when the lights are bright
I cannot fight the dark
we will feel the end
arising in our hearts
and the ships of glass
that watch our warning stars
and the sea that keeps us
achingly apart
as the wind is high
as the shores are far away
I believe in what you say
in spite of me
if the deep looks back
does it matter how we tack?
there are nightmares waiting black
beyond our dreams
you can wear your crown
and I'll come down in white
and the crows will bring us
parts to build all night
there are weeping willow trees
in knowing lines
and the meaning is
the last thing on our minds
as the wind is high
as the shores are far away
I believe in what you say
in spite of me
if the deep looks back
does it matter how we tack?
there are nightmares waiting black
beyond our dreams

[@ryanzdawson]

Sunlight pouring through the window on my right. My picking is out of time in places, too. Good thing no one watches anyway.