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The wild winds are calling on the horizon
They sky turns red and ocean to oily black
The sweetened heavy air fills the lungs on the by
A foreboding sense of unease creeps behind
And rests sickly on the shoulders
What misery is coming?
What pain will cut this tranquil place?
All the sins I've counted seem to call
Caught on the whisper of the winds
for a reckoning day. Lifes ok. Things are lifting...
There's something ominous coming.
Can't cast it off a small part of me invites it
A bigger part taunts it.
I've been down before.
I've been down before.
I've been there before.
Been a long time need an excuse to fall.
Been there before.
Been there before.
Been down before.
To even. too sane.
Time to roll the dice
Time to change the game.
As the sun sinks into its watery crypt
So does the will for stay on the straight and narrow
Barely got back last time
Been there before.
Been there before.
Been down before.
As the moon rises its full golden beauty takes my breath away,
And as I sink into a comforting hold
Come a long way now
Been here before
Been here before
Not going down not yet...