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Ghost bike Another ghost bike, chain around my heart. Another fallen hero, gone up past the stars. Another soul, lost in the night. Another memory begins to fade; gone is this twilight. Haunted by a voice of angels. Sorrowful cards, praise the truth. Strike a fist against a table; Demand another chance to love them anew. Banish the pain; remove the scars that this world leaves behind, When people go to wherever they are. Speak your words, tell their tale. All are taken too soon from this Earth of ours; We all need to find a grail. Broken street lamps; tires screech. Understand and continue to speak. Change the mindset; cracks in the pavements. When there is nothing left, but regrets, Will you begin to make amends? Broken headlights on bumper cars. We need to reverse the damage we do. Rebuild the human and give them more care. So self-aware; so always lacking being there. Live a life inside your phone And all you will be left with are bright lights and broken bones. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
Ghost bike
Ghost bike Another ghost bike, chain around my heart. Another fallen hero, gone up past the stars. Another soul, lost in the night. Another memory begins to fade; gone is this twilight. Haunted by a voice of angels. Sorrowful cards, praise the truth. Strike a fist against a table; Demand another chance to love them anew. Banish the pain; remove the scars that this world leaves behind, When people go to wherever they are. Speak your words, tell their tale. All are taken too soon from this Earth of ours; We all need to find a grail. Broken street lamps; tires screech. Understand and continue to speak. Change the mindset; cracks in the pavements. When there is nothing left, but regrets, Will you begin to make amends? Broken headlights on bumper cars. We need to reverse the damage we do. Rebuild the human and give them more care. So self-aware; so always lacking being there. Live a life inside your phone And all you will be left with are bright lights and broken bones. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
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