I.

The thoughts of the silent in heart,

Turning while wandering, then tearing apart.

Apart from the norm that used to be,

• Something that is routine to you and me.

II.

Call to the skies that lie in the heavens above.

Raise your arms and offer your love.

Acceptance will then come to thee.

• Something that is routine to you and me.

III.

Gaze upon the mirror of sea,

Submerge your thoughts for eternity.

The moonlight subjects to set one free,

• Something that is routine to you and me.

IV.

The gentle sways that move your soul,

Around and spinning ’till death takes its toll.

The shadow that appears, not hard to see,

• Is something that is routine to you and me.

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