Through the mist of all of this
We see the bliss we used to miss.
As angels weep at our dismay,
They pick us up
And guide the way.
And as the fire inside me burns,
The strongest feeling something yearns
To be let out amongst the clouds
Of true transformation
Without a doubt.
Inclined to see
The reaction behind
Me.
I guide them through
Their darkest night
And pull them through
Into the light.
We all need to
Depend on you
And you need to
Depend on me.
Interdependant
Everyone
And
Everything.
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