Smiling forward towards the sun,
Now you see what you've become.
Chosen fate you can't decide,
The earth opens, a mile wide.
Something rises, takes your hand,
Slowly smile as you descend.
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 4:37 AM UTC
Smiling forward towards the sun,
Now you see what you've become.
Chosen fate you can't decide,
The earth opens, a mile wide.
Something rises, takes your hand,
Slowly smile as you descend.
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