Call to Recovery

With a cold blooded heat wave
We tore through the walls
And nobody else could hear it
No, nobody else could hear it

With one last strand, one hair of defense
The tension snapped
And nobody else could know it
Till they’ve seen it in your eyes

So wipe the blood from your brow
Spit the dirt off your teeth
And just forget about me

-Zach

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