Your smile...secret as the first of morning rays
You walk with me in the garden so humble
Mere mortals under an everlasting gazeAs the crust under my feet become seared and hazed
As desolation horribly crept down like a spiderTo wrap me in a shroud...my grave
But we danced violently in a hurricane of stars
Our footprints merged in roads twisted and curled
As storms pass by...tired...I whine...I mumble
But you're with me still...I'm safe...I'm fine...I'm humbled
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