alone..with you
i will wear my spirits high
i know i will stumble
i know we will crack
but as long as you've got my back
and i've got yours
we could tear the heavy air
we could carve away the scare
we could build the little nest
and try to enjoy the rest..
i see the broken glass
on the streets that we will pass
i see the fallen trees
i see the wounded knees
but i know that it will pass
and you know that it will pass
the street lights will outshine
the beauty of the lonely shrine
and the fog on the horizon will clear
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