Swear from Hunting Dust by Slake/Thirst

No one to tell you where
I stare at the back of hair

And in the coming past
We grasp for the faintest task

Although we wished them well
they fell to the back of hell

So little left to bear
I swear
I would not compare

but as the task contracts
we mask
what we couldn’t ask

All that we once held dear
I fear
That it started here

The sudden never-ending sense
that they might collect

Along the wended way, astray
from the plan we made

And though the wake of day
So plain, I could not explain

There’s wonder in the sights of night
In a million lights

There’s wonders I don’t know, so lo!
I could not behold

And I can’t make it right
I can barely hold the line

But I can make the time
Hear me carry on the dime

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