• poetrani 8w

    A thoushand dreams softly burn within my spirit,
    A heat of zillion fires wrap themsleves around my heart,
    There is a choice I have to make to keep them alive,
    Cut ties with the blistering ropes of my past to thrive,
    A massive hit on the head with a block of ice,
    It sent me spiraling into the real race,
    What a wake up call that was,
    It won't rest till it watches me rise,
    And I followed willingly to the mountains,
    Kept climbing up ladder of life,
    Ignore how the knife cut through my side,
    Bit screams back as I saw withering rocks fall from the rollercoaster ride,
    And you speak of storms magically happening,
    Darling, I am the one causing all that weather raging.


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    Thousand dreams

    A thoushand dreams softly burn within my spirit,
    A heat of zillion fires wrap themsleves around my heart,
    There is a choice I have to make to keep them alive,
    Cut ties with the blistering ropes of my past to thrive,

    A massive hit on the head with a block of ice,
    It sent me spiraling into the real race,
    What a wake up call that was,
    It won't rest till it watches me rise,
    And I followed willingly to the mountains,
    Kept climbing up ladder of life,
    Ignore how the knife cut through my side,
    Bit screams back as I saw withering rocks fall from the rollercoaster ride,

    And you speak of storms magically happening,
    Darling, I am the one causing all that weather raging.
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