Lost
Holding you up
And standing my ground
When the lost find the lost
They're never truly found

All these bruises and scars
I've gathered along the way
Every scratch every pain
Is worth having you stay

Losing my grip
But refusing to lose the fight
I'll spend forever in darkness
If it means you'll find the light

When the strongest become weak
And the free become bound
When the lost find the lost
No one's every truly found
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