We do not know, what tomorrow may bring
sweet sweet kiss
a midnight sting
a little piece of whats to come
heavy breathing call 911
in the midst of that new song you had begun
The leaf that fell and broke the strum
wide eyes surprised at whats become
of the man in the chair who called, them. there
prepare, prepare, prepare.for despair
in the middle of your song
when you already feelin dead,
and the director adds some gasoline
fastened deep in a dream, you were asked. To keep
So I will take a walk, and i will calm
I will find something to pour into the emptiness
We find something inside those moments
Ourselves, a piece of ourselves
A Peace of Ourselves
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