Two birds is what they'll see, getting lost upon their way.

 

Clouds roll by.

Reeling is what they say

or is it just my way?

Wind blows by.

Low light, side tracked.

Low light, can't see my tracks

your scent way back.

Can I be here all alone?

Clear a path to my home.

Blood runs dry.

Books and jealousy tell me wrong.

All I feel, calm.

Voice goes by.

Low light, car crash. 

Low light, can't wear my mask

your first, my last.

Voice goes by..

Two birds is what they'll see

getting lost upon their way.

Wind blows by.

Low light, eyesight.

Low light...

I need the light.

I'll find my way

from wrong, what's real?

The dream I see. 

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