This day I give the night its home,
The pampered snow rain inside my fist,
All I wanted is to gallop among the wreck,
If only the stars could sing my sigh,
I would give this night its home.
The celestial papacy is proud of me,
I sit on the cliff addicted to my warmth,
Sailing every night into my eyes,
To find the only sound that can be heard,
It is a heartbeat of a home I cater,
The home of a night waiting for me.
I’m sorry! Not every whisper is a blessing,
Today I give the chameleon its rose,
To live another day when it’ll bleed,
Everyday I wait a thousand sleepless dream,
To stay in the ripples of another day,
And today I give this night its home.
The skin burns in the fear of no name,
I am just a fort of crumbled sand,
Tied to the chandelier hanging below my memories,
Not every heart is broken in even pieces,
And not every night is a home I can sleep in.
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