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...but this is more

Entry for Poem —> Song competition    
Red raw we are born,    
into bright lights we are blown.    
Of all the things I have seen    
you are the brightest I have known    
And in the heavy rain    
I will come back to you again    
Dreams of yesterday    
will burn tomorrow    
Secure in all that is pure on your wings.    
This freedom breaks me ‘fore I even sing, that    
   there is nothing    
but this is more    
Stopped and to breathe,    
these fleeting memories.    
Charged to who can,    
claim this name and land    
as hollow, so now we can see    
of what our lives ought to be.    
Secure with all that is pure in your soul    
Don’t let them take how cool you are.
Written by nomoth
Published | Edited 31st Dec 2020
Author's Note
Entry for Poem —> Song competition

Lyrics I wrote a while back still waiting for a tune.

Image from Twits.
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