Follow your eyes towards the sunrise
let the blindness clear your mind
Embers are exhaled through my breathe
and new fires to set and find
You are the glove to fit my hand
The sea inside the shell
This is the word that grips my tongue
And lips they long to tell
Follow the sound of thunder
For it's caged inside my chest
No strings of letters, sown across,
that one look cannot atest
Softly brush my fingers
on the grains upon your palm
This melody that's in your soul
my heart shall sing along
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