04 January 2015

Above All

No, I won't say I love you, no, not anymore.
No, not after all the suffering; apart I am tore.
The end will start right here.
And I won't call you, my dear.
I should have done this before long ago.
I'm alive. I'm alive. 
When the flowers wither with time. 
When the forests start to shine. 
I'll be flying in the sky reaching high. 
I won't fall down. I won't fall down. 

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