took the sun to someone
lost in need of light
sometimes we fall and then succumb
but we're still in the fight
as driftwood on the waves
as haloes at the head
just a tender, human phase
some ideal for which we've bled
and it makes all this chaos fade
away as waves recede
from the havens hearts have made
the ones our spirits need
feeling for the morning lark
somewhere near to us
there's grace beyond the dark
and substance to our trust
took to someone sun had fled
alighted at the glass
like waves that soothe instead
to know the heart at last
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