Sometimes we just have to leave.
Sometimes we have to let them be
in all their misery.
Leaving them alone in the dark
to feel their own way.
Deep inside that eternal night
we all can find a spark, a light,
a knowing which never stops glowing.
That shining beam is always showing
"Here is the truth:
Don't ever stop going!
You're on the right path.
You've done the right math.
Keep up!
Keep up!
You're almost there!"
Now, we're all here floating on air.
Stick around and see that we care.
We just choose to flow through the streams instead of paddling.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
Sometimes we just have to leave.
Sometimes we have to let them be
in all their misery.
Leaving them alone in the dark
to feel their own way.
Deep inside that eternal night
we all can find a spark, a light,
a knowing which never stops glowing.
That shining beam is always showing
"Here is the truth:
Don't ever stop going!
You're on the right path.
You've done the right math.
Keep up!
Keep up!
You're almost there!"
Now, we're all here floating on air.
Stick around and see that we care.
We just choose to flow through the streams instead of paddling.
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