Identity lost, an incalculable cost
Though you’re phased
You’re unscathed
Now I know what we’ve gained
There’s no need to explain it again
I know
On the bed we chose, in your Sunday clothes
Worn out
I can sense the weight at the close of each day
But we cope somehow
Your sacrifice
Your strength
The last shot at the net
Before I try to forget
The sunlight on the corner
A page turning over
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The last shot at the net
Before I try to forget
Don’t hold me like a stranger
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The dark is a cloak as I make my approach
It’s a place I know
And the mask, it protects
From the numerous questions we face
Let it go
On the bed we chose, in your Sunday clothes
Worn out
I can sense the weight at the close of each day
But we cope somehow
Your sacrifice
Your strength
The last shot at the net
Before I try to forget
The sunlight on the corner
A page turning over
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The sunlight on the corner