If I could cry on your chest
Would you cry with me too
Would a tear fall out of your glaring eyes
Saffron eyes set ablaze my skies
Would you feel mercy for me
Or resentment for others
After seeing my battles
In this cruel world imprisoning me
You are my minds oracle, the star
Sailing in the darkest corners far
You are the heliotrope of my sun spirits
With glowing eyes, a spiraling labyrinth
Fertile lands need your nurturement
The marsh, the fen, the orchard
All are me, I am the mallow in the grave
But I wish to be the crown of vervain
Ornating your long silky hair
In the tall red grass bare
They deceived my heart for long
I couldn't see your dark ribbon over me
Their lies, the chains that bind me
Stripped me of my right to be
And now I shall remove the veil of our earth
Revealing the reflection of truth
Leaving no lies to be told
No masks to be worn
The time has finally come
For me to take the ribbon
Lose myself in the red
And return whence I came
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