right in the middle
of red and yellow
i know
you have to go
hear that gunshot
throw
or the last of the lullaby
grow
right in the middle
of take off
and touch down
i know
you won't be around
so i'm letting you
fly
go climb
a different
high
make it there
safe
and fast
home
at last
and trust
in a timeless space
you abound
where i can feel
even when there is
no sound
as you lightly dash
from nowhere
to near
right in the middle
of me
just right here
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