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I stumble in the mist, my walk is bent, my strength drifts away It's drowning in the silt I bleed myself, I fall asleep; In waking all is lost, without the pain What will stanch the blood? I'm falling down All that I had, all that I am, will stain the sand In darkness falls, the worst story I've ever told The tale of my soul Can you take me from the ground, where my ghost was born, And your life found, carry me away And now I'm safe, my wounds will heal, I'll never return to this haunted grave Lift me up and soar I've gone away All that I had, all that I was, has gone with the tide In sunlight's rise, the best story I ever told The tale of my soul Do you recall, the poem, whispers on my lips, The things I wrote, keep them close From Letras Mania