Silence. An echo of abandoned words, falling like coins on cold metal. Armor on my heart, a defensive wall, protects me so sorrow will hurt no more. The air is heavy, in the fog of the present, every breath is full of pain. Lost we are in the thirteenth chamber, time flows again, in a silent sonata. Es-oh-es! I'm sending a signal into the void! Es-oh-es! My ship is sinking, to the bottom! Es-oh-es! Heart, in an ocean of ice! Es-oh-es! Es-oh-es, I'm drowning in the cold of grief! Your voice, an echo lost in the mist, You are a beacon of hope. You are a distant star, you are a compass, a hidden needle. A map of love, an accurate compass, a navigator of emotions, a safe harbor. The needle of pain points north, where the storm calms in peace. Es-oh-es! I'm receiving your signal! Es-oh-es! Es-oh-es! I'm starting to sail on your ship! Es-oh-es! Don't be afraid, I'm here for you! Es-oh-es! Together we will overcome it if we need to! Doubts vanished in a single clarity, hope sprouted again in the wasteland. Your quiet touch, the strength to survive sin, together we will find forgotten laughter. Es-oh-es! Im receiving your signal! Es-oh-es! ... Es-oh-es! ... Es-oh-es! Together we will overcome.
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