the familiar clapping
of bats’ wings cloud my eyes.
i’ve been here before.
hoofprints in the snow,
from whence i have come.
i’ve been here before.
sorrow’s bitter twang
does not sound here,
because,
you see,
my friend,
I’ve been down this road,
before.
fear rules a tender heart,
but a fierce one,
oh!
fear fears to touch that spark.
love can only grow,
with,
or
without,
love can only grow.
i’ve been down this road before
without compass, or guide.
i strut down this road today
with nothing left to lose.
i roll down this road alone
for only i know the way.
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