Wear Thin No More

If all the rivers run dry…
You would bleed your blood to fill them

And if the winds start to fail…
You’d breathe all your breaths to billow sails

Until I’ve achieved the things that make me smile and shine bright
So I beg you to stop this madness before your body fails

For the fate worse than dying young or all your works cast to dust
Is to lose one who holds your dreams up when your arms give to rust

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