She's on a four way track. Each path will lead her here.
She's on a midnight train with the blazing sun inside and it's her eyes that light our way.
Branded by the ghosts she sees so well while loosing sight.
When do you want to move on? When do you want to move on?
I've backtracked, ran those paths and searched all the land and come back just to face the mirrors set before my feet. She's dancing in the rain and waiting her turn.
I've fought my battles, I've climbed these walls, path five has just been set.
Set forth. On On On. You want to move? You have to feel the rhythm.
You'll be lost in the dark without it.
Like a child finding her footing, you gain your sight, it's not given.
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