Realign
Hawak
GENRE An ocean’s length that separates
Shores of past disintegrate
Treading tradition
To see
If a path clears
A light behind me disappears
Gasp of breath in the face of fear
Treading tradition
To see a path
But I can’t see past my hands
Drifting aimless with arms outstretched
Tangled vines take hold of my neck
Can I find a way to a place I can call home?
Shores of past disintegrate
Treading tradition
To see
If a path clears
A light behind me disappears
Gasp of breath in the face of fear
Treading tradition
To see a path
But I can’t see past my hands
Drifting aimless with arms outstretched
Tangled vines take hold of my neck
Can I find a way to a place I can call home?
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