

and we call it home A world of glass,and we call it home by ~butterfly-glass
So breakable.
A world of stone,
Unwakable.
A world united,
But even more divided.
With our flimsy lives,
So shakable.


Mist There's mist aheadMist by ~butterfly-glass
The path, it bends
The road ahead
Mayhap descends
I walk this path
These cobblestones
But for once
I don't walk alone
I've always turned back
When I got to the gate
Sometimes looked ahead
Always decided to wait
I've stayed in the light
Felt safe with the day
On streets that go straight
Signs pointing each way
But now, I run
I dance, I skip
Leaving to chance
Whether I trip
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When the light at the end of the tunnel goes out, only darkness can lead you to salvation.