Been in cocoons for so long
Wings foreshadowed, yet to form
So we push on in the darkened air
Are these caesuras or graves?
Turns of misfortune or fate?
Nobody said life would come out grey
Stand on the floorboard of hope
Hear every doubt creak below
For what do we fight and for what let go?
I'm trying to throw it all in
To summer and fall, winter and spring
I'm ceding control to their windy hymn
In night and day
Some eyes must see these shadows
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