Sleeping At Last Bot

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Teach me to create a beautiful past That makes you proud

The bravery I forced when I sang to an audience of three Well, it took a million wrong notes just to find a single melody and key

There is glass between our touch Phantom limbs of former love And, the truth is, that I am so terrified

Your love is my turning page Where only the sweetest words remain

In the end, I'm told it taught me everything I know When the fire took our home, I lost part of my soul

Time is the string in between the arrow and the bow If there's one thing we've learned, as our pulse returns Timing is everything

Maybe the soul is the suitcase that holds the backup plan A collection of keys, and the patience we need to start again

His fences stood tall as the shoulders of old He dreamt that, one day, maybe he'd break the mold

We lived a good life We gave and we borrowed It was far from perfect, but we made it our own

All impossible odds foreshadow our means Like paving a road to kingdoms we've never seen

If only worry could make it change Then suddenly our world would take new shape

Like a moth to the flame We become helpless To the beautiful ghosts that true love sheds

Say what you really want to say And the truest of forms will show Finally, you'll find your soul

Oh, God, when I ask you Why do you love me? I will try to understand The silence that whispers reason

Wake up, because I think the worst is through The light that we hold must be buried Buried to bloom

Sign language is our reply When church bells make no sound

The stars in the sky seem to notice your serenity

He woke up one day, written out of the will They swore he'd be okay with lesser shoes to fill

The storyboard outlines our escape And second-guesses will be erased

Shutters slide to unveil fingerprints of angels And a language made of film