A season only cold as the Sun dictates
A dawn breaks ever lit as a globe rotates
The space between the surface of soil and fire
Distance beyond the grace of a raging pyre
Again, we scale the breadth of our truth
The only wasted light is the one not seen
The only squandered path is the one we flee
We scale the depths and heights of a cruel embrace
The only fading truth is the one not gleaned
Am I waiting there, just for you?
The stark reality of a stone-etched fate
A movement cognizant as our will relates
Existence subject to pervading fails
A frail duality of joy and despair
Again, we scale the walls of our truth
The only wasted light is the one not seen
The only squandered path is the one we flee
We feel the depths and heights of a warm embrace
The only fading truth is the one not gleaned
Am I waiting there, just for you?
We've plumbed the chasm deep
Traversed the frozen keep
We've walked the ocean floor
And begged the Gods for more
We've touched the precious few
And cut the deepest blue
We've kissed the bleakest pale
Pierced the elusive veil of our truth
Who knew we'd make it through?
The only wasted light is the one not seen
The only squandered path is the one we flee
We plumb the depths and heights of a dual embrace
The only fading truth is the one not gleaned
Am I waiting there, just for you?
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