There’s a cloud in my place,
My place in the sun,
There’s a mark on my face,
But my battle is won,
There’s a piece of my heart,
That she’ll always hold,
I’ve fought long with my art,
But the cards I now fold,
My music it calls me,
To send me back home,
But things I can see,
Bid me stay here alone,
And the future is calling,
The church bells will ring,
But my sky is falling,
My soul cannot sing,
I breathe in all my life,
And sink like the sun,
And love cuts like a knife,
But my battle is won.

                                        Ktwilight

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