Hero of my scars
he rode beneath a blanket of stars
charging as if night had no face
he whispers softly into my soul space

ripped open my heart
as a butterfly goes free from the jar
out into an edible distance
we ride like there is no too far

climb high
he’s passing by
come stay
come stay with me tonight

Sycamore by Songs of Water

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