And I keep on hiding
But I just keep drowning my core
I keep on moving
And I keep on smiling
But I’m still just hurting, once more
Dark waters are escaping
As the filth gathers on the shore
Red embers keep gleaming
From the wounds that clean up our soul
Little do they know
Little do they know
I keep on fighting
And I keep ignoring
But I still get caught up with fear
I keep on wandering
I keep on stumbling
But somehow I wind up back here
Dark waters are escaping
As the filth gathers on the shore
Red embers keep gleaming
From the wounds that clean up our soul
Little do they know
Little do they know
Dark waters are escaping
As the filth gathers on the shore
Red embers keep gleaming
From the wounds that clean up our soul
Little do they know
Little do they know
Copyright (c) Deepa Seshadri; 2013
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