Awakening
Tired of a dream storm
In shoes too large to run
With wings too tight that hurt
My pride
In double harness with yours
Motionless monument
To stubbornness
I wish we made peace
Brick by brick
Look by look
Street by street
Towards home
I suspect you of loving me
A serious charge
My secret-agent thoughts
Discern
A hint of Heaven
In your eyes
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