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Falling, falling
Waiting, waiting
For his arms to
Save me, save me
Is my falling
Finally slowing
And soon falling
Turns to floating
Slowly floating
Turns to sleeping
Turns to landing
Turns to blinking
Wakeful thoughts turn
Me to despair
Longing, dreaming
Of my heart’s pair
When my head clear
I look around
Seeing nothing
I hear a sound
A voice singing
As if to me
Again I turn
To misery
A figure robbed
in gold and white
Appeared within
My weary sight
Offered freedom
My soul feels fright
Fearing monsters
From endless night
The figure knelt
And looked at me
In those eyes I
Saw honesty
I followed it
Through endless void
To a calm realm
And to my joy
He was standing
Waiting for me
In his embrace
Now I am free
Free from darkness
Cold and creeping
Free from Their eyes
Watching, seeking
Free at last to
Rest in his arms
Free to never
Again fear harm
Not till They come
Knocking again
Not till They come
With one refrain
Pulling us back
Into that same
Neverending
Death driven game