The wind carries the sweet words along the sea as we struggle to breath
The water surrounds our lungs and force us to look back on the past
We remember the tears and yet the strength that we used to make people know who we are.
But if we don't know who we are who are we to expect that others will understand our story
Our story will tell our who we are not who we were but who we want to be remembers as
In the end we are not afraid of fear and we are not afraid to take our last breath
we are never afraid to die we are just afraid by how. How will we be talked of who will be
the one to tell the story of our lives since we wasted out last breaths on nothing
but dreaming dreaming and not doing.
But when we see that it's too late so who really wants to get trapped in the flow of wind as normal people
because in the end being normal is over ratted.
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