Thursday, February 19, 2009


"Feel it falling off like clothing, Taste it Rolling on your tongue
See the lights above you glowing Oh and breathe them Deep into your lungs
It was always Simple
Not Hidden hard
You've been pulling at the strings
Playing Puppeteer for kings
Amd you've had enough
But the search ends here Where the night is totally clear 
AND YOUR HEART IS FIERCE
So now you finally know 
That you control where you go .... You can steer"

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