the kindness of a gentle giant
what blood to shed
my blood isn't a worthy currency
truth grabs me, i become a child of your blood
ive been brought out of the grave
indirect routes, indifferent roads we travel
we walk but not alone, never alone
i wonder why im still alive, you become everything
we become so much greater, greater than the skies
what do i desire, other places
on the outside looking into frosted windows
the one who finds me whispers breath deeper
oh how far we have traveled just to feel alive
breaking down walls so we can find truth
following smoke trails to find the spark
strength finds me learning to be brave
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