My guiding star burnt out long time ago
Now I follow my sore heart everywhere I roam
Through drifted paths, I have no need for eyes
For I shall remain blindfolded by your past ghost hands
No grave, no place
For my future to rest
You said: "Remember me by my swan song and not by my silence"
Falling into every memory we left behind
As the feathers of our birds did when we gave them the key
To kiss the sky where our promises were once kept
Never alone, accompanied by a thousand doubts
Gasping for air as I swim towards your island of hope
Through drifted paths, I have no need for eyes
For I shall remain blindfolded by your past ghost hands
No grave, no place
The water I drown in everyday is a mirror
For everything we wished and never become
Find me in the seabed with my feet tethered to petrified pictures of your smile
As I lean into the deep horizon like your head did in my hollow chest, no place to rest
Even if I can't endure this pressure,
Your voice will perdure within my sore heart
We might see each other in our sleep
Even if I can't endure this pressure,
Your voice will perdure within my sore heart
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