In the darkest hours
Floating on broken wings
Detached from body and mind
Souless being
Empty skin.
Hope stands tall
It rises after each fall.
In the darkest hours
Floating on broken wings
Detached from body and mind
Souless being
Empty skin.
Hope stands tall
It rises after each fall.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
The rising can be the painful part.
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