i dont think i will ever forget
How quickly she came running
She was always such a little whirlwind
Unable to justify this brutality
I watch the red kites fly in the sky
When will they fall again to give me this message
Give me one more meaning and one more word to say
But wait...
There he goes waiting again
I'll never let him overthink sorrow
with his golden kite in hand it falls from the auburn scorched sky
He never moves an inch and in this setting sun i will never find my spirit
There she is again running
will she ever learn that
When i say goodbye its meaningless
How quickly will i forget
Regardless of how high the mawkish red kites fly
there will always be
a never ending search for my spirit in a mid summers sky
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
i dont think i will ever forget
How quickly she came running
She was always such a little whirlwind
Unable to justify this brutality
I watch the red kites fly in the sky
When will they fall again to give me this message
Give me one more meaning and one more word to say
But wait...
There he goes waiting again
I'll never let him overthink sorrow
with his golden kite in hand it falls from the auburn scorched sky
He never moves an inch and in this setting sun i will never find my spirit
There she is again running
will she ever learn that
When i say goodbye its meaningless
How quickly will i forget
Regardless of how high the mawkish red kites fly
there will always be
a never ending search for my spirit in a mid summers sky
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