They came without a sound and trace
They peered from innocence and ignorance
At night they would think I was the light of the moon
And in the remaining time will still be missing me
The land was barren
The smell of rain is different from the usual
Stench of blood flowing
And quiet imprison desire
They peered from innocence and ignorance
At night they would think I was the light of the moon
And in the remaining time will still be missing me
The land was barren
The smell of rain is different from the usual
Stench of blood flowing
And quiet imprison desire
And I know you are not a crocodile
The tree has no roots when with you
And birds do not have wings when with me
I remain a shadow wherever you go
I had to jinx to this fate
I have long standing
And what I know, you have long waited for, behold here, it's me.
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