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Crumbling Paradise

Paradise is a beautiful place we have in mind,

Exist only when we go there in spirit,

On a trip; in this realm of splendid sublime,

Only those so deep in love can get to it.

 

A precious place of graceful escapades,

Found in the wind that floats through the air,

Dare to be where our daily memory fades,

And fond embrace becomes the treasure.

 

We seek more from this impure life,

And would endure every pain and torment,

But fiery trials esteem the crumbling grief,

These are the broken promise presently sent.

 

Burning desire more consuming than fire,

Within me lift the flames to a new heaven,

Overwhelm to speak of any intruder,

Pushing me out and trying to break in.

 

We fall down but love made us get up again,

With broken dreams of crumbling paradise,

There are no tears in heaven; sorrow or pain,

We make our dreams here living in disguise.

 

The storm at sea is like our crumbling paradise,

Only truth we share divides the beat in our heart,

To make us stop and stare and quietly stumble,

Until we find the truest path where eternity start.