Two rivers leave their mark upon ivory skin and doubtless negativity gives way to them...
The weakness in the knees will summon anything to guard my soul from him.
The angels at my side have turned away and all I ran to have betrayed my trust,
Upon my lips the rivers die and with their salt I try to lie to myself...
There's darkness inside, there's sadness inside, there's no hope
And in my loss I wonder if I'll find myself... if by some stretch I might be found...
And cared for, as I care for... unconditionally and without fear...
Without regret, without doubt, without worry...
If by some miracle I may be worthy of the beauty that is honesty and love.
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