Little blocks we stacked up when we were children.
Little hands that trembled every time a loud bang was made.

Little by little
A dream gets stacked,
A love gets bound,
A heart is bounced.

Little by little
A dream crumbles,
A love becomes hate,
A heart turns to stone.

Little by little
A child is made,
A laugh decreases,
A nightmare is made.

Little by little
The darkness exceeds,
The numbness lives free,
The void is sought.

Little by little
The memories become a dream,
The sleep comes once a week,
The eyes start to bleed.

Little by little
A recollection is made,
From the last mistakes,
The redness it made.

Little by little
A child has grown,
really fast,
really mature.

Little by little,
The only dream that a child sought.
liberation or recollection?

Surely you heard
The stream babbling about us
The trees whispering amongst the wind
And the leaves crunching under our careful steps
The squirrels and turtles
Veering everyone away from us
I'll be sure to play this cassette back

My heart gets crushed
And cracks once more
It leaks through from the ducts of the eyes
As it makes it's way down
The carved out paths on my face
I can't forget to remember the painful why's

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