Departure
Two different writings on the wall
I thought that i was free
I never knew at all
the hold it had on me
The depth of my content
The value of his heart
Above all the rest
Where do we even start?
No more does life have meaning
Existence rolls off our backs
The core we think we're reaching
is slipping through the cracks
So when you're ready to fly
please don't go too far
spread your wings with pride
and you may reach the stars.
I thought that i was free
I never knew at all
the hold it had on me
The depth of my content
The value of his heart
Above all the rest
Where do we even start?
No more does life have meaning
Existence rolls off our backs
The core we think we're reaching
is slipping through the cracks
So when you're ready to fly
please don't go too far
spread your wings with pride
and you may reach the stars.
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