cling to open windowed dreams
as if it never lasts
life is the bird that sings as it’s wings
have grown weary as the moonlight
starts to grow dreary yet they never rise
he lets out a strong cry
as he knows he can’t fly
knowingly gets left along to stride
leaving him only his dreams to confide
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
cling to open windowed dreams
as if it never lasts
life is the bird that sings as it’s wings
have grown weary as the moonlight
starts to grow dreary yet they never rise
he lets out a strong cry
as he knows he can’t fly
knowingly gets left along to stride
leaving him only his dreams to confide
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