The story
He reaches for what will not stay still.
He stands in the open with his hands full of daylight, trying to pull brightness closer like it can be roped and kept. The horse waits, the field keeps widening, and every grip slips away just as he thinks he has it, leaving him in the shimmer between hope and what it cannot hold.
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Lyrics
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