Fallen from grace and exiled
Into never known lands of despair
Even the air I respire
Had fumes of dreams killed
Searching for a true cover
Life, once a safe bubble
Broken by unseen trouble
Come to end will it ever?
Waiting for the final kiss
Drive through the roads I once lived
Which wouldn’t laughter applaud filled
Rather tears of those who for long wouldn’t miss
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