Come to Life
What if it was just me and you who exist so true, and everyone else around were just actors set into place awaiting their proper lines, they have memorized in scripts from the book of life, we wandered aimless through the dusky gloom, awaited each flower to grow from snow and bloom; then we picked them, and looked for hearts to love, but none would beat, a track in the mode of repeat; we began to understand our surroundings, found them so grim and bleak, yet we carried on dancing in the streets, nobody noticed as blinds were attached to the sides of their faces, looking straight full steam ahead, they never said anything until it was their turn to speak; we began to write until our hands would start to bleed, what was right and all words written with a peaceful world, so we gave them new scripts and ripped of their blinds, we taught them to look around at all the beauty we found within purity, and gave them hearts to feel and to love for real, and how once could sing while the other could dance, and we just kept writing until it all came to life.
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