The Hidden

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When you walk through the Valley

Of the Shadow of Death,

When the Evil you see

is like taking a breath,

There is a price to be paid

In more than just blood.

Am I being clear,

Like crystals and mud?

The world you seek

Cannot be found here,

But if you change what you've got,

What is, should be clear.

Knowing is all,

And all is knowing,

It could be just rain,

Or it could be snowing.

I'm waiting, I'm watching,

I know who I am.

It's been this long,

You must understand.

I can't just keep waiting,

For a man with no face.

I need to find you,

In this realistic place.

Hidden is all

that you've ever been.

Nothing of you,

is all that I've seen.

I'm waiting and watching,

And watching and waiting,

But I can't just sit here,

And keep on debating.

These words are for you,

So you know that I'm here.

Remember them well,

Lest I disappear.

I love you forever,

And I lose you each time,

So I ask you once more:

Will you be mine?

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