The mist of past is lifting
Someone wants me to see
There may be a new day breaking
Gold and crimson is set free

Did I say I past many oceans
Many mountains did I see
Though eyes remained forever closed
Gold and crimson did set free

With paper thin divisions
And passage wide and long
My walk was never lonely
To many planets I felt I belonged

Between the spoken words
And those I left unspoken
Your worth cannot be measured
A reason never forgotten

You filled my cracks without an ask
Oh so often and so deep
Gave a chance so I recover
Until a crack is all I seek...

Across the million valleys
With madness and resolve
I counted many stars each night
But now I hear this call..

The mist of past is lifting
You have to come and see
There is a new day breaking
Gold and crimson is set free
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