Sarah Breanna Andrews Biography

Dawn has come,
O’er the fields of hay.
As heady as golden rum,
Is the clear light of day.
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The wind sighs
As the seraphim falls
The stars cry
And the world grows small
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Sitting, waiting
Pen in hand
What am I making
In this far away land?
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I sit in a darkened room,
Dreaming of you.
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You say you listen but you never do
You’re never there when I need you.
You’re listening to music, chilling in your room
Thinking all the thoughts you think of the worlds impending doom
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