I dream of raindrops turning into crystals
Dripping into a pool of melted gold
I hear the whispers from the seashells
Their telling me they already know
I see those silver lights
Burning bright
Dropping from the skies
Is someone hiding from me
To see, I try
Pushing through the shadows
Open up my eyes
I see a tiny star
Burning brightly white
My last life has ended
My soul to bear
A journey completed
I'm finally there. . .
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