i wouldn't be alone
left standing isolated
couldn't dare
muscles aching for a fantasy
mind having too many
left my head in the clouds too long
tears don't even touch the ground
can't see anyone through the mists
anyone i care for
looks like i could touch the stars
drink the moonlight for all its worth
yet i'm here, burned for my hopes
waiting for the phoenix to rise
again
they're calling for me
asking as they sweep my ashes
throwing them to the end
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