That Song

Went ass over ears

In a well of fears

An ocean of tears

Consumed me

 

Though evil things

Pitiless stings 

I grew my wings

And flew

 

Now as this song plays

A ghost of those days

An echo in my gaze

Only memory

 

Warm sand kisses me

Windy hair flying free

What will be will be

Says the wind

 

 

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