Rust

Take my hand and watch as we glide
Roots planted deep but still we fly
Cracked we are, that we don’t try to hide
Can this story end without a question why

Dance upon a grave and put to rest
All that’s insecure, let that be death
The end raining down upon us both
But not ours, just the Past’s hearse

Tears no more over the chains
We have removed them from us
Tears no more over the pains
That have limited both of us
Tears no more for we gain
Momentum and remove that rust

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