When all the bombs go silent,
the murder of ravens is gone,
hold tight
close your eyes
together we'll go on.
We rise from the twisted aftermath,
stronger than we were before.
We are our own reflections
and we'll break down the door.
You're my constellation
my muse, my aching, my partner in crime.
When I count my blessings
I thank the angels that you're mine.
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