I haven't felt the warmth as I've started to become cold,
Warmth had tested my patience and cold has made me strong.
I long for a story, turn and twisted in glory,
I long for a bathe, draped in faith!
The light seems to shine far away,
Maybe it's the horizon where it lays,
A journey of miles, to where the horizon lies,
A million of steps, to get down into its depths!
And the wait for the light to spark, somewhere out there in dark!
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