The one you held onto for so long
Escaping through muted holes in my pocket ,
The rain is pouring out here
I'm searching through the cold
My knees bruised and the whole world washes away
Sifting through the pain
It's growing dark
I'm lost
I can't go home til I find it
No where in sight .....
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