They're in flight to no gates, I wonder
Reaping these tears, no thrill in shame
Mocked hard at the sore, no reclaiming
These windows disappear, and fated
Marked far at the limits, down the sky
Utter control, stars for each thought
Great sacks of sand, there's no feeling
Steered away from love and secrets
Yields I've suffered, and may it stay
Feared inside, and now yes to the light
Sang a song of fear, and danced away
Each race tears a mother like none other
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
They're in flight to no gates, I wonder
Reaping these tears, no thrill in shame
Mocked hard at the sore, no reclaiming
These windows disappear, and fated
Marked far at the limits, down the sky
Utter control, stars for each thought
Great sacks of sand, there's no feeling
Steered away from love and secrets
Yields I've suffered, and may it stay
Feared inside, and now yes to the light
Sang a song of fear, and danced away
Each race tears a mother like none other
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