What a beautiful, twisted thing
Think about it- still makes you want to sing
Ever revolving, happy things go away
Although we're never solving but always
Tolerating everything
A body of mass, skin and blood
Bones to be broken, veins ripped wide open
A mother gives birth; a memory, a token
Nature's fury, it's only a fear- a moment
Ripped away but, I will always love you
Time when we were free, hope you can see
How much time had it taken?
It's not how we are ever meant to be
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Although we're never solving but always
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