To hold on a little longer to something that was never meant to stay
Warmth of my torment,
She was the solace and she was the torment, there was no other place I would choose to be…
Hide the unbreakable,
To have let go of the vulnerable, I pray to hide the unbreakable
Crackling water and burbling fire…
The damp dries with fire… and the raw fear dries up spark…
What it could have been, Dream…
What could it have been, had it not remained a dream…
Climb up the meagrely pile,
Be the pride you were meant to be… And watch every defeat fall beneath…
Left behind the roots,
Spreading like wings out to take flight, left behind a heaven for me to feel alive…
In every fight you have to fight,
What more can I ask than to wear the scars thrown at you...
Tell me your story, for I am…
Everyone’s story had once been mine too…
Weight of a feather,
When she saw them as mountains, when she blew them as dust…
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