I see the road now
As the sun starts to rise
Reflecting the starlight
Still caught in your eyes
Here by the marshland
Where we stared into night
And these granite hillsides
That I’ve tried to fight
As we walk in silence
Both happy and sad
Your words speak of good times
Your silence of bad
But either way, you say
That you’ll always see me
Even in my brokenness
There is a growing peace
To hold up the promise
That can never be said
As leaves hit the ocean
Like white roses painted red
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