There's something bout this place,
America, rolling plains and jagged peaks,
Skies of stars drifting in my gaze.
Europe has history,
But we have soul,
No where's better for me,
Than America's portion of the seas.
Whether or not we're falling apart,
This landscape is beyond mere art,
After all, we all came here to make dreams,
Not for the perfect life,
But one we'll remember when it ends.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 9:02 PM UTC
There's something bout this place,
America, rolling plains and jagged peaks,
Skies of stars drifting in my gaze.
Europe has history,
But we have soul,
No where's better for me,
Than America's portion of the seas.
Whether or not we're falling apart,
This landscape is beyond mere art,
After all, we all came here to make dreams,
Not for the perfect life,
But one we'll remember when it ends.
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