Creaky bridges through the tunnel
Smoke rises from beneath and settles on the wood
Steps start to stumble
And the impending light seems hidden behind perseverance
March along we do
But the doom of hopelessness
Wraps around our sleeves
But standing to take a moment
Only adds another block to the tetris of time
Will it hit the ceiling first?
Or we crack the safe of patience
And light rinses us with life
Or we crack the safe of patience
And light rinses us with life
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