Funny how soon we forget,
times that have past,
memories that didn't last...
As cold and dark as a day could be,
black and grey was all we could see.
Hard to breath...how could this be?
...get me out of this place!
Can't keep the pace.
Burning people everywhere,
I need air.
And I'm scared!
I'm on fire and I'm cold.
Gone are my dreams of growing old.
...truth be told.
Is there a chance,
for one last dance?
Wait, there's a light throught that hole.
It pierces my soul!
But it's too far down,
I can't see the ground...
not what I thought it would be...
Please tell me you see!
...funny how soon we forget,
times that have past
and memories that didn't last.
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