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Red Feathers Forever

Trying to think
of something to do
but it's just me
alone in my room

I'm down,
down on the ground
but my back's up against something,
so it's alright

my thoughts
all turned to stone
becoming to heavy
to carry alone

this beat keeps repeating
and defeating
the desire, to move
I just
want to lay motionless,
wont someone jump in
and change the keys

the lock on my door
has been stuck for years
living with nothing,
but empty dreams and my fears

now I'm scratching at the walls
cause they're staring to swallow me
I keep pushing
at the seams,
crack me out of this shell
then I could see
this light
that's been growing around me

but all my bridges  have been burned
the green island's become a desert,
a bird sits on his perch
and sings sorrowful words

I'll fly someday,
away from this cave of doubt
and into the fire
burning with life
with crimson wings dipped in gold
a phoenix is reborn
with the death of imagined strife
Written by Crona (No lies. Just love)
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