Silent Hills
We breathe in the silent hills in which we are defined
Lost in the moment, the second, and the very essence of time
Searching for the very smallest of threads
That may answer our longing questions
Seeking to forever live with the desire to grow
To free oneself of the cliqued meanings of life itself
Moving forward as one by one our comrades fall
We will continue through these silent hills whatever may befall
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