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All Around
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Gothic Dreams fall all around,
One by one, in sorrow, they drown.
Like a falling star,
We forget who we are.
The heart is a fickle tool,
Often it leaves you to play the fool.
We ask ourselves, "why?"
We scream and we cry.
But no tears will fix the past-
When on your life a dark shadow is cast,
We live each day-
Assigned the roles we must play.
Sometimes life grows old,
Dreams crusted over with mold.
It's then that we must never stop and wonder what went wrong,
Or where all the happiness has gone.
We must begin anew.
Find reason in the things we do.
Only then will it all come together,
Letting go of this darkness forever.
Live for today and what it has in store,
Not for what has gone before.
It it's meant to be, then love will find a way.
It'll beat a path to your heart and stay.
Dreams fall all around,
Worlds come crashing to the ground.
We take too much time looking back to remember-
Then it's too late to stop and smell the roses in December.
