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in the middle sitting still

watching everything crumble around me

not sure if I should welcome the fall

or cry as it slowly kills me

should I say a little prayer

or feel blessed for one being answered

whisper the words into the wind

as if it even mattered

everything used to be so bad

then suddenly it seemed so good

I was just so lost at first

but then slowly I understood

remembering it all together

how could I forget

how it was on the first days

that the change was met

and how the tears flowed

through my young eyes

they said that it wouldnt be that way always

but they were only telling lies

I was too young to understand

but to old not to comprehend

sometimes something so corrupt

doesnt even seem likely to come to an end

but now I wish that it would

I thought that they felt the same way

but maybe I am wrong about that

because sometimes It seems like a brand new day

Everything is broken

fixed it will never be

we all go on with the same way of living

forever after.... un happily

The sky fell long ago

and I was underneath

but the sun still shone down somehow

casts its rays upon the heath

and still the day goes on the same

with no new beginnings

or hopes for the future

and no long expected endings