In Waning

Approaching the dying light, washed away, burning out
I'll climb the unending trail of expectations in hopes to see this through
Wade thru the tide, carry the burdened flame to the peak of the world and feel its warmth again
Come with me to the beginning and the end, or struggle here like autumn leaves in the wind



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Lowe
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