It is this dark here.
It's hard to breath here,
I remember the places I froze while trying to walk.
reciting to myself, your words,
Thus I've worked these roads for you.
Plastered and battered and cut
some light barely gets to us.
reciting to myself, your words
Thus I've worked these roads with you.
I can't forget you.
pour through my lungs,
seep in my thoughts,
and walk through my spirit.
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