Days pass.
People Change.
Laughter Fades.
Memories Stay.
Hope dies.
Life is crude.
Love is beautiful.
I had a dream.
That I could fly away.
Away, From the darkness.
And be left with sunshine.
Im willing to leave.
I lived it full
I lived it well
There’s many tales
I lived to tell.
Im ready now.
To fly from the highest wing.
I had a dream.
~Chi~
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