Weary Lungs

The stinger of your starlight
in these bloodshot eyes
torn up in tears tonight
as I quietly wish on watchful skies

It pierces to the heart
of all I dream
and all that's left
of what I believe

Draw the salty water
across a broken shore
and return my fading sight
better than before

The ache of weary lungs
sore from a heaving sad
cannot sing the songs we've sung
before the world turned bad

Wake me to the safety
beyond this nightmare now
Where starlight is a grace again
and we can let these defenses down

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