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The fork
I am not who I am any longer
Time to shed old skin, old man
Embrace who we are now
Rebirth, reinventing of self
Flying like an eagle
Soaring that much more higher
Remember you're the one that left the nest back home
Feeling San Antonio looking Ohio
This poetic heart of mine
Will always be a kid inside, ceasing to die
I gots the butterflies to make it all happen
A notion, a plan
Time to wake up, man
We've ridden the last stardust dreams into its own dreams
Time to let them rest now
I'm a survivor, aiming higher
Stars beyond stars beyond stars
Can't sit around anymore
Knowing life dosent wait on anyone
Haznos un favor, do us a favor
Kill adolescents
Wishing upon falling stars
Have been burnt out and died long ago
Holding eyes lashes between fingers that have fallen from my skies
In hopes of my dreams to come alive
And while leaning upon the door staring outside, from within inside behind our eyes
Storms come and go my friend
How will we ever know if you don't step outside from beyond the storm door
My spirit, our soul longs for rain
Wave a goodbye
I'm at the fork in my road to my life
-ADuarte
Time to shed old skin, old man
Embrace who we are now
Rebirth, reinventing of self
Flying like an eagle
Soaring that much more higher
Remember you're the one that left the nest back home
Feeling San Antonio looking Ohio
This poetic heart of mine
Will always be a kid inside, ceasing to die
I gots the butterflies to make it all happen
A notion, a plan
Time to wake up, man
We've ridden the last stardust dreams into its own dreams
Time to let them rest now
I'm a survivor, aiming higher
Stars beyond stars beyond stars
Can't sit around anymore
Knowing life dosent wait on anyone
Haznos un favor, do us a favor
Kill adolescents
Wishing upon falling stars
Have been burnt out and died long ago
Holding eyes lashes between fingers that have fallen from my skies
In hopes of my dreams to come alive
And while leaning upon the door staring outside, from within inside behind our eyes
Storms come and go my friend
How will we ever know if you don't step outside from beyond the storm door
My spirit, our soul longs for rain
Wave a goodbye
I'm at the fork in my road to my life
-ADuarte
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