| Ny Dagur |
[Jun. 27th, 2018|05:04 pm] |
Good Weather for Airstrikes
I let myself feel through my head back and forth
I remember singing the gospel song we wrote together
We had our dream, we had everything
We rode to the end of the world, we rode on searching
Climbing skyscrapers
Which then crack up the peace there
I lack balance
Falling down, I let myself flow forward, but somehow
I always end up in the same place
Absolute silence
No words
The best gift God has created, is a new day |
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