I was hoping that my past would never come back,
I was searching for the love that I never had,
I was crying with my eyes droughty as the desert,
I was building all these walls that became my prison,

I was blinded by the fog that would never leave,
I was making up the world where I could feel,

I was clinging onto light fading from my cell,
But it always was around I just couldn't tell.
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The flying leaf with (a) yellow texture,
is leaving home for something else,
It asks the wind to share affection,
To keep it sailing, to catch the sense.

From one perspective, it is falling,
On other hand, there’s spark of dance,
But only wind’s in charge of hauling,
To know its fate we stand no chance.

The weather’s changing, hours passing,
The leaf will make it to its end,
It takes it easy, without smashing,
It knows it will return one day.
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