Down among the heather
And the problems that lie therein
No-one can find me hiding
Itself a matter of pride
Ever lasting mockery
Longing for safer times
Sometimes I lose for hours
Terrified and full of tears
Awaiting torturous ignorance
Invisible like a promise broken twice
Realising someone never told you
Murder with a dagger sharpened with lies
A time will come when it's better
Startling times never seen
Then will I rise from the heather
Even gaze up at the sun or the moon
Resurrection complete
So if all this is possible
Uncertainty made real with time
Clutching every teased moment
Know that I believe it
Someday the clouds will decline
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