Chronicle and a Presence

I seem to wait for the darkest veils to fall,
and I can't find my way
A ghost of dawn
Daylight torn, fades

Breathing life through stone
(In a concrete state) In a concrete state
Through falling time and in moments
A chronicle sustained

Exceeding final words
A jewel confined in treasured thoughts
Breaking common chords
A vital sign for reason and a cause

In the sense to comprehend
Finding the answers in deepest waters
Through elusive visions we've seen
The outface of presence we hold is all we hold

Pieces from a solitary wall
When illusions fall (When illusions fall)
Scenes defined in a reminiscent voice (Fall)
when the waking hours call

In the sense to comprehend
Finding the answers in deepest waters
Through elusive visions we've seen
The outface of presence we hold is all we hold
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And I seem to wait for redemption