Crossed

I'll reel a little shorter standing here today
The winds of a symphony take what they claim
The sand beside the ocean drifts further and further unto me
Sinking effortlessly

Though I'm crossed above
I hold the life, it terrifies what i'd corrupt
I'm tearing at the fold
The bold and might, will never halt before the cold

When did it get so hard to see reflections guiding near?
Because I'd rather have you here
Those silver skies, they shimmer in the rain
Well it keeps me from disdain

Though I'm crossed above
I hold the life, it terrifies what I corrupt
I'm tearing at the fold
The bold and might, will never halt before the cold

But now I'm ready for it
But now I'm ready for it



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Wilson
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