With your magic
My adventure recoils
only to unfold a quest
Create, I cannot for you
Nothing speaks truth
Clear enough to you
Only satiate me
with your voice
Carry me
with your voice
It's filled
with a century's wisdom
With the tenderness
Of a newborn's coo
I would rather write
These words with my tongue
My eyes forming the lines
My hands the good inkwell
Your magic is deep
it centers me
Fear of idols
that don't understand me
And tears
that don't trust
But it's magic
because it reaches further
And I've found that
when it truly divides me
It's only returning home.
Why do I send it away?
If it's magic, it's free
And when it's free - you are home.
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