I will look up to the sky,
in hopes that i could fly so
i may touch my star and ask him, why all these scars.
Is it not you who gave the fire fly its light?
Is it not you who said all the wrongs you would make right?
Why this sudden silence, while i burn like an incense,
my stench disgust the world,
the world were i dwell.
Will u still be in silence if i go astray, ? Or till the day i pass away?
Why so silent?
Why so silent?
Why so silent?
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