Light
My days sim a little dimmer than they use to be
The cold, dark clouds seek refuge in my heart
I ask why I even bother to get up
Because out of the darkness, there is in fact a light
That tunnel runs from me
I'm not done running
My angels run with me
I can't give up on them as they wouldn't me
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