The Stray

I have no more room for interpretation 

This is my declaration 

With or without you 

I know my destination 

Sits out of reach 

Like the moon 

But I will reach it without hesitation 

 

Oh silver storms brew in my blood

Night is written in the wounds I've opened up 

Save yourselves for it's too late for me 

I might have to admit 

I must be crazy 

 

Crazy to think that you are listening 

To my every word 

I've lived my whole life spouting warnings

Only to be called absurd

 

Sometimes I start to think 

Maybe it's just me 

But I will falter in this this cause

I will not sway 

I'll shout this words 

Until my vocal chords are frayed

 

Lamp of my soul 

Guide the moths home 

Trap them inside your light 

Burn them with the fear I fight 

The one that will not fade

Purify my woes in your effervecnence

And call home the stray 

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