| Restore |
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| When will the pieces align to restore our sight? |
| Memories can’t fill this void. |
| Forever winding on. |
| When will the pieces align to restore our sight? |
| Breath life and revive. |
| All efforts will burn as an offering. |
| Wicked eyes fall shut as hope is shattered. |
| Weary limbs grow numb when vision is shadowed. |
| We’ve come to carry the forgotten |
| Back into the light. |
