You have no secrets to
forget
you have no reasons to
understand
there are no races you
can win
so don’t mind what they
can say.
Maybe your homeland is
the sea
maybe your dreams will
soon be real.
You wrote the list of
your own wounds,
so don’t mind if they can
hear.
Circles of dark words
waiting for clear
skies.
Look at that tower
you wish you could fly.
When you’re a boy time
had no name.
Your heroes always won
their wars.
What happened with
those happy days?
You think you’re
running to nowhere.
Circles of dark words
waiting for clear
skies.
Look at that tower
you wish you could fly.
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