I try to see,
The lining bleed,
Silver in the clouds.
But living shadows,
And raging storms,
Weigh me down,
Until I drown.
Even in the shallow end,
Of love I strain,
For breath because,
I’m bound.
Regret ties me down,
My screams make no sound.
My screams make no sound.
Hope runs away
and once again,
I’m searching
For silver in the clouds.

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