Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
If fear consumes, why do they leave their hearth?
Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
I am no firefly, no lamp, no distant star,
I am no firefly, no lamp, no distant star,
Yet those of light, by my name, do they still scar?
Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
Sleep and I, for years, have known no touch,
Sleep and I, for years, have known no touch,
Dreams still wander, on my roof, so much?
Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
The bend of youth, to find a steady ground,
The bend of youth, to find a steady ground,
And yet, at this bend, why do they all unbound?
Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
If fear consumes, why do they leave their hearth?
Why do they pause, at every bend, and gather breath?
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