A Standing Ovation The horizon holds no more dreams for me, Dreams are now inland rivers And the standing ovation of untamed monsters Highlighting my insignificance and surprising significance, As I travel with you on mind-swept waters With diverted tributaries like our singular journeys Down roads of hardship, laughter and continuous pain That swallowed up every star in the darkest blanket, We did not escape the thunderstorms On the trail of no surrender, The arrows of destruction had been fired, Now we have found each other swept up on the banks Of the mighty River Barrow a snake wilful and playful As it bows to our rise to unity Of scars healing on the rain sodden streets
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