Tell me I'm Sorry
Don't whisper smooth lies
Shout to the heavens
Find safety in the sky
You were born of the wind
Yet raised by the fire
Your life looks so stable
But you walk on a wire
You can't fight th power
Although how hard you try
Your soul is craving something
The answer to the question. Why?
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