It takes time to heal
Been walking for miles
I’m starting to feel

The forecast inside
A heart beneath sky
Dampened and darkened

Threaded by lies

Stitches that break
Scars twisting round
As wounds of a fate

And things to forsake

Marks that remain
Stories we name
A call to past-tense

To define our pain

Time that fades soon
Gone with a blink
The change of a tune

And a wish for more

The person that’s left
Stands as a shell
A shamed silhouette

With a need to believe again

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