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Apr 2019
This song makes me feel alive.
Not happy to be.
Except it questions my purpose of being.
Whatever instrument that is,
It's strumming on my head.
Telling me to wake up and live.
I just close my eyes to get closer to his voice.
The song is for me only.
He asks "are you going to save me?"
I intend to answer him on the other side of my dream.
He's there in color with no face.
But he's out of reach.
He's only there to play this song for me.
To keep me alive.
Written by
Thescientist  CA
(CA)   
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