Hope Song

Wrapped in the shadow
On a galvanized meadow
You bring on an ode
On your purple lips...

On a night full of scars
You count and count the stars
And cull all the fire
On your fingertips...

So hurl the truth and come to me
On a pragmatic crescendo
Breathe the bruise and shear the skin
Of a cynical innuendo

Ethereal dreams
Keep fizzing on
In a wiggy delirium drain

The sky remains veiled
In spalted clouds
But I still feel, it's gonna rain...

So hurl the truth and come to me
On a pragmatic crescendo
Breathe the bruise and shear the skin
Of a cynical innuendo



Credits
Writer(s): Shovik Gupta
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