Burning bridges falling down
Hot cinders take flight on night air
Like fireflies
They count among the sky as the stars do
But that’s ok
The stars I hold closest light my way
And warm my days
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Burning bridges falling down
Hot cinders take flight on night air
Like fireflies
They count among the sky as the stars do
But that’s ok
The stars I hold closest light my way
And warm my days
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