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It was always you, where there could be no one else

The heartbeat serenading the soul that tore apart the darkness

The thunder that roars in the silence of the night

The warmth that follows

No one has ever known or wanted to know

There can never be one more time before we go

The breeze is warm that crawls across the meadow

It’s long fingers part the cold blades of grass as it gets closer and closer

Freedom was a fleeting moment in time that consumed nine months and an existence
Is it all worth it, the pain, the suffering

The love

What is love

Is it freedom or bondage, these chains that restrain ones heart

The silence is coming

I feel it every day in my bones yet I say one more time before I go

The thunder that roared in the night is there if not as loud

Can’t go back but can still go ahead

One more time into the future not the past

Time is everything, the space you exist in

What time is it

Walker.