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Mar 2015
Up till now time has been much the same
The days dying light coming to an end
Stories carrying on, lonely and lost
Peoples with dreams

For this action, their is no looking back
Under Glassy Sky
The broken segments of society
A foreign phoenix breaking free
Glassy Sky, breaking me

The history of the fall
That truth changed the color of the walls
Didn't know if the drop would hurt
Sometimes one had to wonder what was beyond
Trying many times to make a new truth

Time has already stopped
No more shadows
Can't give up if this life goes on
A people strong and cutting

Glassy Sky, breaking free
A phoenix in a foreign land whispering
For 236 Arab Spring
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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