My days sim a little dimmer than they use to be

The cold, dark clouds seek refuge in my heart

I ask why I even bother to get up

Because out of the darkness, there is in fact a light

That tunnel runs from me

I'm not done running

My angels run with me

I can't give up on them as they wouldn't me

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