Pass me the ideals
Fight for the mornings
Take out the mirrors
Is there no rest?
Is there yet to be a time?
A time whence there was someone true.
I miss you dearly thought you are always around,
I miss you not for the countless times we've had,
But can I say that you're here?
Pass me the ideas
Fight for the dawn
Take out the apologies
Is there no hope
Is there yet to be a thought?
A thought that beckons deeper questions.
A pitying for me for I was never here.
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