When by the passing time unbound
When left alone to roam the night
When my own steps the only sound
When darkness fights gainst lunar light
When whispering winds the only noise
When my eyes naught but darkness seek
When all in spite resounds a voice
When I can hear my own mind speak
When nothing’s left to anchor me
When my own thoughts are all there is
When been cast out feels only free
When desolation seems like bliss
Then only can true colors show
Then no disguise weighs down my soul
Written By Amber Wilson 2013
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