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The night sky denies my excuses
I'd fight in the dark but the quiet refuses
and all that felt ruthless before
Was reduced to a few bits of truth on the floor

The mountain's becoming impatient
The summit more deadline than just destination
While the peaks are much larger than I
I am more than enough for the climb

I had got myself lost in the sea
Thoughts down past the flotsam and reefs
But I guess you can say that hope floats
When I found myself lifted by wedding bell notes

There's nowhere to go now but up
The future's a drink that is filling my cup
and the demons I hid in plain sight
Wash away at the first morning light

One heart to start but could not see it through
Now I've reached the top cause I'm working with two