I am the man who's eyes were opened, To see the flower before me. Cast in stone, forged in my heart. Dawned to the wind blowing free.What is left but a love torn apart. To one who's eyes now blurr, unable to see.
Harness the wind, as you blow in the breeze.Tales of grandure now cloud your mind. Far from the farm and your home. Lost on the hands of time. Gone is the past and your childhood friends. Till now you feel all alone. What lie in the future? Only the day to end. A time when your on your own.
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