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A world gone too soon
We were once devoted hearts.
Caring, selfless and beyond ourselves.
We were once beautiful souls.
Helping hands and way more than just vagabonds.
We were once more than just bodies .
Everyone looking out for somebody.
We had something that made the birds sing.
Songs of joy under the sunshine.
We had something that made the stars dance to the night.
Something that gave flowers life to every sunshine.
We're a world gone too soon.
We were once so bright as fireflies.
So free and so full of life.
We were once so courageous and free of doubt.
Before we turned this world into a ring and got ready for our next bout.
Every night we point at the sky.
Distant memories of when we were once alive.
Hoping for someone to come and pull us out of the wreckage of our greed and last.
So we picked up faith hoping it'll clean our already dead bodies full of rust.
Every night we point at the sky.
Hoping to get back the days of going to sleep without fear of the sound of machine guns.
Before ashes to ashes and bodies buried in the dust.
Every night we point at the sky,
And begin counting stars,
And realize we're a world gone to soon.
Caring, selfless and beyond ourselves.
We were once beautiful souls.
Helping hands and way more than just vagabonds.
We were once more than just bodies .
Everyone looking out for somebody.
We had something that made the birds sing.
Songs of joy under the sunshine.
We had something that made the stars dance to the night.
Something that gave flowers life to every sunshine.
We're a world gone too soon.
We were once so bright as fireflies.
So free and so full of life.
We were once so courageous and free of doubt.
Before we turned this world into a ring and got ready for our next bout.
Every night we point at the sky.
Distant memories of when we were once alive.
Hoping for someone to come and pull us out of the wreckage of our greed and last.
So we picked up faith hoping it'll clean our already dead bodies full of rust.
Every night we point at the sky.
Hoping to get back the days of going to sleep without fear of the sound of machine guns.
Before ashes to ashes and bodies buried in the dust.
Every night we point at the sky,
And begin counting stars,
And realize we're a world gone to soon.
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