Morning air is crisp, a heavy dew covers the grass. The sun over the mountain now blinds my eyes. Life seems to go by oh so fast. All that was born, surely dies.
Away like the wind, now caught in the breeze. No place to call home. You learn to bend. You learn to please. You learn to live alone. Holding tight to a world all your own.
Dreams seem to remind you of another place. Far from the hustle and bustle of time. Never to end. Just journey on to a world a dimention away. Try to face what you find. In the end. Lost somewhere along the way.
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