And now you wait for this, with open arms refused.
For this world to come round for you, your eyes betray your smile,
Speak of breaking wings, such shattered morning breezes,
To know it's not mine to write such shallow dreams,
Or know you that you are everything that went away.
The lines that define your versions of truth,
Stretched to him who'll show you this divine design,
It hurts to think of things to far off, secrets of your scars.
Have some class, give a damn - don't end it with this lie,
Just leave the light on, sweet to say you saved the day.
Needless to remember you broke the sky.
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