Of what I’m sure

Of what I’m sure,

Yes,

The asylums and sanctuaries,

Are full of people

Like you and me

And yes,

There’s so much,

So much relief,

To be wrapped tight

Or draped in white,

And to eat from the silver spoon,

Nights so clear,

Looking at the moon,

From your cell or room,

And of what I’m sure,

They’re coming for us,

Soon,

So let them search,

The cities

And the graveyards too,

Surely,

They would’ve thought us dead,

But find me,

Where the sun hits the sea,

On mountains far,

With you looking at me

And of what I’m sure,

Me looking at you.

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