Our Dearest

Teardrops fell
We were happy then
But not anymore
Now we know
Now we hold on to our dearest

Turn and spin around the globe
The sun hurts and the air is cold
Tiny glows of their torch
In the distance
In the darkness floating like eyes gold

You fell asleep on my lap
In a cave where I sat,
singing your lullaby
Celebrating life

We were well hidden
With empty stomachs,
mumbling prayers
Holding on to our dearest

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