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city lights fade
As it pulls away you can sort of see it all,
Well sort of anyways,
Theres parts that you can see,
And parts that you well just cant.
But in the distance of the blistering night,
It all becomes one,
It seems that,
Thats all there ever was.
For a short period of time,
The light fades,
The music crescendos, the screams begin to rise,
And its blurring as it burns,
That blistering blinding night,
Engulfing what is left.
Foreshadowed by all of this are the souls,
The souls of the lost,
Those who thought they had been saved,
They who believed they were safe.
Forty floors up a man cries,
For the daughter he never had,
The life that he never lived,
The woman he forgot to love.
Blurring as it races nearer,
The man sees it coming,
And decides to fight,
Falling and flailing,
What else can you do twenty-seven floors down?
Forty floors up a man cries,
For the daughter he never had,
The life that he never lived,
The woman he forgot to love.
i love that, right there. lost hope.