Looking Back

Pinned to the ground
Of a darkened cloud
No ceiling, just columns
Stretched to night's stars

I vex a white dove that flew in from the sun
Because I keep holding on

Let it go

My guardian
Lands in my hand
It has come to console me
Not grant my way

Let it go



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Mindingall
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