| Walking On the Border |
| The light is lit, but dark surrounds me. I can see the demons that follow me through the night You can see the pieces that are part of everyone, as we walk the border between good and evil ways. I gaurd my light and hold it close to me as I look out in the dark and wonder what they see. I keep to my side, but sometimes I wobble. I live in fear of the day when I fall to far into the black. |
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