-s Charles Wrighttick to death of the light.
Uhe underworld burrows in,
hnder the gold doubloons of the fallen maple leaves,
Heaven and earth.
Beaven and earth depend on this clarity,
Iefore the end, I mean.
s there an emptiness we all share?
AYnd pray fates wiskWou toss the coin
Bash up like gischt
Wring luck and chance
Tith drive and wit
Through will and grit
Wo grab the stars?
Ohat brings you strive
n daggers edge?
IA understand you more than ever.and now that i'm older,
Ynd I'm yours.
Bou're my reflection
Iecause that warmth is you.
B wouldn't find it anywhere.
Tut no matter how hard I try,
he warmth of you words, good and bad.
IV soothe her gently, speaking visuals of the ocean into her ear.Oenting the pain she is carrying.
Ance she meets the roof of my mouth, her teeth bite along
And I hear all the stories of her journey from shore.
ll it takes is her tongue to lye along my very own,