Is It Doubt or Does This Just Take It All


If you can find joy in the simplest of things on your day of birth,
in the quiet, in the calmness of your own mind;
Perhaps there is a day of rest in store after all.

The way the waters recede from the shoreline and come stretching up again like you;
Sleepy in this bed reaching for the ceiling as a morning yawn,
You echo angels and demons, they both call me wrong. It’s a god damn shame – I’m just me

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