Searching for a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow,
Only to find dry pasture and no four cloves
Thought I saw light at the end of the tunnel’s eye
Yes there was light emmiting from a firefly

Contusions of the heart
Scabs pulled apart
The adrenalin of pain
Seems just the same

So I sink in the tempest’s noise
For my flaws have no poise
Anchored to oceans floor
My heart stays forevermore.

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