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Jul 2019
When the sun is low
And the tide is high
When the wind blows
And the bird cries
Its all rising up
Only to fall

Don't let me know what I could have done
Who I could have been, what I have become
There's no point in running when your legs are done
No point in dreaming when your mind is numb
If the storm comes my way
Let it take me away
I just might wake to see the day
But for now
Here I lay

When the stones are worn
And the light peeks out
When the branches are torn
And there's no life about
Its all falling down
Only to rise

I'll make a crown of fallen leaves
A golden castle from shattered dreams
I'll sing my prayers to the sky
Until the sunlight starts to die
If the storm comes my way
Let it be on its way
I might not wake to see the day
But for now
Here I stay
Written by
Lily Shores  16/F
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