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Veren En Jou Haar


There's a hole in my heart that keeps me from sleep And a light in my soul that guides through the sea And a land I can't remember that was always my home With ghosts in the flesh that I call my own. And the night sure is long when the fun stays the same, Until it’s worn out its welcome and burdened my name. Though I've slept through the thunder that's shaken my dreams My once closed eyes now tear at the seams To find a light in the shadows, a star I can feel Where my spirit is rattled and I accept what is real. Oh, I saw you dancing there With stars in your eyes, And feathers in your hair. And the orchard around us flourished and bloomed And the fruit we were given Was promised before the womb. There are dreams of a tower built with unending wealth And a portrait of me not portraying myself, With a crown nailed to my head that I hammered inside On a throne made of nothing but the darkness I hide. And I whispered for angels, I begged on my knees To forgive my indulgence in all that's not me. For the pleasure I'm chasing has chased me away, While that which I am running from, has taken its stay. And I saw them singing there, With trumpets in their mouths And feathers in their hair. And I saw you, dear, flourish and bloom Like a lily in the spring Under the light of the moon. There's a voice in my soul that keeps me from sleep And a pleasure that comes whenever I weep. Like gifts from the storm clouds that only I've seen With the clock of my heartbeat stuck on 10:14. As the years fade away, somehow, so do I To the hopeless surrender expected from life. But there's a call in the wind that has taken my chest To know that when the sun again rises, I'll have given my best. I've buried my excuses in the hole I dug for my flesh Because the light in your eyes is all I have left. And I saw us, dear, standing there Wrapped in a warm ewimbrace With feathers in our hair. And the orchards around us flourished and bloomed And the fruit we were given Was promised before the womb.
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