Wandering on the streets
Having things to manage
Its life
Slipping reminiscence
That reaches you out
Every single thing you do
The taste that harks me back of you
Heaving on things hereon to submerge
Everyone can fall asleep
Everybody draws the clutter right of the hedge
Pouring out without lights
Seeing darkness
Blurred in a moment
Yet with dedication
And self-belief
You can let yourself to get the answer;
It’s never too late.
Here in a space where we breathe
Someplace we used to be
We use to struggle
It’s we’re we begun
And where things might end
We can hit upon a way
Yesterday is through
And not the past can define your future
It’s only about where you’re up to
Never give up
You know you can still shine on
If you know where you feel
There’s the answer
You’re going to be alright
Everybody faces blunder
But it won’t be a barricade
To carry on
Even when they take everything you had
But never
Nothing to be left
Stations alter,
People amend
Everything does,
Hereon our battlefield
This is where we uphold our dreams
Don’t let yours fade away…
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