I am a verse wrapped inside a chorus, I am a blanket of lyrics sewn together by a string of words which both define, and destroy me. I am the aftermath of a powerful storm, I am the rainbow dancing through the sky as the thunder quietly fades away. I am the last kid picked, the first one blamed, and the only one stupid enough to stand still just long enough to watch it all slip away.
From the first day we breathe to the day our heart stops, each day we live just another day bought. While high up above the sky seems so far, when the rain starts to fall it begins cleansing old scars. The life which you’ve lost won’t rest all alone; their memory lives deep down in your soul. Remember the tears you cried by their side, remember their smile and the arms you confide. Remember the past for it’s written in stone, prepare for a future
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