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Lifted up as high as ever,

Held up by my hearts balloon,

But as all good things must surely end

This time I've had was my high noon.

Smile on my face, song in my heart

I dive and plummet to the ground.

Not a care, not a worry

Soon to hit without a sound.

One things slips into my mind,

And then one single dove.

The impression of my lord,

And then of my past love.

When past is said,

Past not meant,

But rather passed up present

For somewhere along the line

A mistake was made, and not corrected.

From the air I fall

Just like a stone

But realize it's all okay,

For once in time I had you

And you I called my own.

You dare to call yourself trash,

Or say you're stupid

And deftly I defy you.

Still the smile remains on my face

My body contacts with the earth.

My eternal soul, cast amongst others

Inside the good Lord's hearth.

You were, for me

My own reasons for love are held beneath

My soul my heart, which now is gone.

Cast back to the darkened shadows

In my own metaphorical death.