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The prayer I sent to the sky
Came back after clashing with destiny
The unspoken words
Which weren't expressed.

I keep thinking you are with me
Standing silently on an ocean of fallacy 
Words have vanished from my lips
Silence is, what it really is.

Words are knocked off their hinges
The blades long covered in rust
Gave a new edge to the mettle
That was once a binding force of trust

It rattled the Fates so much
And pushed at doors of lights
Adamant in its pursuit
Confidence in its flight.

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