Concept Album Track 2: A Bitter Wind

.  The hours etch by
.                               a wholesome loneliness
.                                                                     the peace eternal.
.  A majesty stifled metropolis
.                   left bitter in the blank sky.                          i     l
.                            The moon’s reflected light            w     r     i
.                                – too dim to strike the dust    s                 n   across blackened dirt-
.                                                                                                  g
.                            leaves me reminiscing.
.                                                                                    Is this all that there is left in life?
.                                                                    To carry on a seemingly meaningless task
.                                                        With no one even acknowledging your existence?
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.
.                                          I am one with the wind.
.                     Surrounded by serene beauty, but invisible to the world.
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.                      One day the calm will come and I will cease to exist.

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