They cling
The weighted things
Lonely and desolate
With a full house of cards
The amber glow of the
Streetlights under the
Silvery moon
Morning will be coming
All too soon
Heavy
Silent goodbyes
To all the lies
Silent screams and
Heavy sighs hiding
The frustrated cries
These weighted things
Will make my
Heart sing
Lining out my blessings
On the bare
Wooden floor
There's more
Forevermore.
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