Trepidation Anonymous from bitterheart by Bitterheart

I was lost in the morning
Then I came around, through the other side
I was gone by nightfall
and back again to meet the sun

I was stoned, I was bleeding
but this heart, a steady beating
I was swallowed by the feeling
of an undead, rapid pulse repeating

and if I was falling
I wouldnt sway to the shifting of the wind
and if I was a lover
I'd swoon the grassy fields that hold me in
and youd say
I'll wait for you

These desperate times call for a fable
My mind is shut, but my spirit is able
To the village, we kill and plunder
if we were born the same, it really makes me wonder

and if I was falling
I wouldnt sway to the shifting of the wind
and if I was a lover
I'd swoon the grassy fields that hold me in
and youd say
I'll wait for you

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