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Walking in the middle of the night Waiting for the sun to rise I'm taking back the wasted time of mine For those in brightness For saying what's loose For getting the real thing out of me So I took what's mine Taking back the wasted time of mine Believing what's remained in silence And taking what's mine

30 minutes ago a short story was being told about a hero who raised the flag about a girl with the mighty horse freedom was there to find classy, windy, stormy fields of broken flowers as the desert dried, tiers were falling we were two randomly picked human with no clear destination, with unjustified decision

at  the slippery times of miracle people hang their hope on the highest star do we have the courage to fly that high? at the split second of my blinking life i put my hunch on the forefront line do we have the courage to believe? ourselves? or do we believe in things that never exist?

one more time  i  see the sign i see the rain but i can't see you i hear the voice i hear the wind but i can't hear you i wanna touch you feel your heart hold your arms but now i just can't understand you