I'm living in a world that makes me wonder,
walking through shiny fields of broken dreams,
sewing souls with empty hearts.
Through those fields i can see,
all my loving far away,
no voice i can hear,
no air in my lungs.
On the floor i can now feel,
the sense of daisies,
the sound of wind.
Far away,
faster and faster,
he runs in a way that i can't reach,
he goes to lands that i can't see.
And lying, i wonder if life can be
the way we want,
the way we see.
In soil i hear,
laughs and tears.
Whispering names,
Shivering fear.
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