Faith Alone

When they all say the same old things,
when the battles rest on shattered wings,
when all is fought, and the birds can't sing.
When everything lost cannot be found,
those who once flew, laying empty on the ground.
What could it take to recompose?
The life that once blossomed surely showed.
But the only one with the strength to keep pace,
was the only one who was broken in the first place.

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