Awoken from my dyslexic sleep, can’t seem to count the sheep, so songs will be my sandman.

It wanders though not lost, its lyrics pay the cost of river Styx’s hooded ferryman

Gone, I don’t know what to do, Living lies and living truth, I’m lost in all the memory

These lies, these feelings take their toll, inside me is a hole, i long to feel less empty

The cup once poured from overflowed, now It’s empty nothing flows, a dry desert of my tragedy

I’ve been tossed and I’ve been turned, the pages have been burned my books unwritten libraries.

Destiny calling my clarity’s falling frayed uneven edges longs for symmetry

There’s love everywhere, come with me if you dare we’ll fly against the gravity

Shared pain is diminished our joy can be replenished together we can find the curing remedy

Our lives can be transcending, new chapters can be beginning, the world is what we make of it

So experience your grief, let loose the disbelief, a slumber we can wake from it

There’s hope it’s everywhere, your mind can be aware of the unknown identity

Light and dark are just a pair, if you’re lost in the despair just know it can be temporary

This cloak there’s patchwork on my soul, colored fabric makes me whole, its patches are like tapestries

Their stories, they can unfold, each fabric can be told, tales woven into artistries

To solve them is my quest, come with be my guest, there are histories in our mysteries.

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