A thought of the past flies condemned by the wind. 

No more released than held deep within.

Bringing to surface this pain & sometimes guilt,

And so I must now face this bridge I’ve built.

Regardless of truth, of fact, or of lie. 

It’s faith that brings light to an old midnight sky. 

Awake or asleep, my conscience still follows.

Behind broken dreams, the future scopes hollow.

In time of redemption, of fear, and of hope.

It’s truly my chance to tighten the rope.

Hung like a noose, yet closed like a cell. 

Feelings of somber reroute me through hell.

Starting to win, or winning to start.

An uncertain heart starts drifting apart.

Cloud of thoughts, 

Put me to sleep, but don’t close my eyes,

For I wish to see you fly. 

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