to find real, true beauty
just look up at the stars
there is no way of knowing
who we really are
looking into a mirror
and as seconds tick by
we pretend not to hear them
while we wish we could fly
our freedom feels anchored
but it's all in our heads
we are never remembered
until we are dead
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC
to find real, true beauty
just look up at the stars
there is no way of knowing
who we really are
looking into a mirror
and as seconds tick by
we pretend not to hear them
while we wish we could fly
our freedom feels anchored
but it's all in our heads
we are never remembered
until we are dead
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