"Gunshots and gun wounds

Freeze

Firefly crossing.
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Yeah, as time goes on the reality that we are nothing sets in

It's a fire to be put out, but it's a part of us all the same

Hey. It's what I live for to be challenged and crushed by truant fools and falsehood names

Stayed away.

But then I saw the closer tides going out-

And I was angry, having fear and doubt

Why enter my life just to leave so quick

Calling back to new things? - frick that makes me sick

I mean, I can understand children cutting off their own hands

(It's not a literal thing, but a drawing in the sand)

But such a strong connection, oh my- what a collection

And as the shelf falls off the wall

I can't help but think of myself as small

Porcelain pieces strewn across the floor

Such loud noise, you can't possibly ignore

But you do.

So silent and uncaring, a bountiful tree no fruit baring

Caught staring

Let me steal back the flowers

Endless hours, counted by the flowers

And still

So mighty was your name, banner brought no blame

The same in shape all over

Clover four leafed, created the world- the world over

Show her my life, as you would have given

It's okay I guess, as long as she lives

And doesn't take as much structure infection

As the tower you once called an amalgamate effort."