I’m sifting through the dirt non-stop I keep moving
I know the light is there, I can feel it ebbing.
I think of it as smoke pilfering and billowing
and on my way I sift through to stand among it.
Yes, yes I know i’m right. Once I make it through the night,
All the smoke will help me escalate my rise to the light.
I know the light is there, I can feel it ebbing.
I think of it as smoke pilfering and billowing
and on my way I sift through to stand among it.
Yes, yes I know i’m right. Once I make it through the night,
All the smoke will help me escalate my rise to the light.
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