Here After

Wanna know everything
Study every line
Memorize the surfaces
Holding what’s inside

Little things, the little looks
Little grains of sand
Everything is magnified
Now that you’re not

Here After the Morning
You took the Glitter and Gold
There is a page dog-eared on the console
As if you’re returning
A lazy chair in recline
For every page left unread
I’ll surely try
I’ll surely try

Sing a Song, Sing it Loud
Shatter glass in hand
See the story in the shards
Showing who I am

On a Walk, In a Dream
When the sun is high
You’ll be there reminding me
How to fly

Here After the Morning
You took the Glitter and Gold
I hear your voice hanging in the alcove
As if you’re returning
A conversation resigned
For every word left unsaid
I’ll surely try
I’ll surely try

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