i am brought back to a time, before this chaos existed.
when life was ours to mold and living was bliss.
orchestrating the birth of our own song.
practicing this ritual daily.
united by a spirit stronger than any love.
and thicker than the blood we both share.
but this season in time has grown cold.
a torrent of distance left this separation.
i am screaming your name.
i am praying for a sound.
but all i can hear is the rain while these clouds cast their shadows where our dreams had once shone.
and i like fall wither to winter to hold the hands of the one i cherish.
the one i love. the prodigal.

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The Red Winged Descent song meanings
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