No matter how hard I try to bury her, she's still there
shimmering light, ardent strenght, dripping with honey

Fear moves in and grows roots
long, dark, twisted ropes of nerves

So much energy to fight this gone, day after day
I rob it from her to just give it away

But I've seen it now, just now, by this fire so warm
She's still there
and she waits for me to pull her through
She knows I can do this
So I take her hand

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