The rumble I hear, is there your voice?
Leaf rustle shifted I called to you.
A swirling echo cloaked gripping
I feel isolated by myself
Vibration inside the chest down one by one
Disaster after disaster has passed
The body soul I give it to
You alone.
Is this where we meet in this hill?
I just wanted to ask questions and need answers to bury all the chaos
At the intersection I have to choose stop or continue.
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