scratching at my defenses,
mercilessly battering
all I've been raised to believe.
Walk a tightrope with no safety net.
I hope to fall
I pray to fall
I jump
the harmony pulls me forward
soul first I plunge
I find Deity in your eyes.
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| Moonlight, fire grass, and you. scratching at my defenses, mercilessly battering all I've been raised to believe. Walk a tightrope with no safety net. I hope to fall I pray to fall I jump the harmony pulls me forward soul first I plunge I find Deity in your eyes. |
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