In the crumbling street
The sunset mirrors a silhouette
The blood-red sky
Stains a warping reality
In a time were one cannot know
What is right and what is important
I do not want things such as wings
For it is enough that I am more foolish than a bird
Rise up on both feet
And embrace the pieces of tomorrow
The types of kindness
Now let us count them
Before sweet despair
Erases bitter hope
If you want to dream all you do is sleep
It isn't that hard
It's not that the sun
Is destroyed in midnight
Behind this planet
It is forever shining
I do not want things such as wings
For it is enough that I am more foolish than a bird
Rise up on both feet
And embrace the pieces of tomorrow
It's not that the sun
Is destroyed in midnight
Behind this planet
It is forever shining
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