FreeFaller
What does it take to make people see?
This thing we call life is only a dream.
Wait just a second before you speak.
Follow me out on this ledge for a peak.
Into the wind we fly just like a bird.
The thing you call life now seems like a word.
Now falling faster than the speed of light.
The ones we love nowhere in sight.
What if we could truely be free?
The wind in your hair and a sweet gentile breeze.
The truth is you don't want to look.
The things in your life read like a book.
Is it fate that drives us to an end?
why is this over before it can begin?
No one can tell you who you truely are.
Remember that when you look up to the stars.
Do something good for someone out there.
we can still show that someone still cares.
Slowing down now to send you on your way.
With hope for tomorrow before its to late.
By @{Dragon}
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