We come from two different places,
Surrounded by very different faces.
Young, old, short and tall,
Yet we all learn to climb and fall.
The place you belong has a odd feel,
Eventually the door will surely seal,
Blocking us from this way of life,
That day you'll regret not finding a wife.
Places may change without warning,
You'll be hurt and broken in the morning,
Hiding won't help this broken heart,
As the pieces fall apart.
Faces will become unrecognisable,
Don't worry, everything is adaptable,
So follow your heart to the end,
Broken hearts slowly mend.
Grab onto the wipping wind,
Leave the past behind,
Hold onto the fire you burnt,
The rivers running a smooth current.
Wash away this trail of thought,
It is making me distraught,
Take me away from where I don't belong,
These feelings are so very wrong.
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