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Poem- The sun is a thief that steals the dew, A golden lie we want to be true. But the shadows crawl when the lights depart, To find the cracks in a heavy heart. We reach for the bloom, but touch the thorn, Losing the child before it is born. Tell me, in the dark where the echoes lie, Am I the laughter, or am I the cry? Who am I when the music dies away, And I am left with nothing but the gray? We are the salt in the ocean's deep, The secret promises we could not keep. Happiness is but a breath of air, While sadness is the ghost that's always there A beautiful ache, a hollowed grace, Reflecting a ghost in a familiar face. Written by me Songs Tauren Wells - Hills and Valleys This is Me - Greatest Showman A Great Big World - Say Something Shoulders - For King Country #Poem #Music
