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I feel like we could make it or break it
But the fire died
now I’m stuck inside

Waiting for a symbol
something that will push on me
to give me hope tomorrow will fly by

Yet wish that time would stop to sigh
just for a minute with me, we’d be content
with no perception
no room to ponder what happens next

So sleep on through the night and let the wind
carry you throughout the day
spread your wings.
time to fly
away.