//restless//heartless//sleepless
mind is full of right and wrong
what the hell, this road i'm on?
a year ago i walked the same
(mis)trust, i'll always play this game
of catch me if you can
(but what if they really can't?)
you've seen my death
believe in my resurrection
open sky
rain on me
wash the pretense
drown the defense
build me up
like the castle in March
like the forts in June
on the edge of the forest
calling my name- do you trust me?
i heard inside, near tallest pine
young and wild like the rugged west
quiet and clear like the eastern hills
highways stretching
wandering roads remember
all the places i looked for you
and you found me first.
i've walked with death
but i remember Resurrection.
So. Good.
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