Through the words I ran away,
left behind the dark of day,
to the clouds passing by
escaping the hands of time.
Releasing the evil reign
where it no longer stays,
setting free and letting go,
the mind no longer the game.
Weep not heart of sorrow past,
he who stands begins to laugh,
like chalk written on the wall
erasing it one and for all.
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