Laying in dust with faded photographic memories
Letters never written and bodies never touched
Only in daydreams did we leave stories behind
They let go of themselves and became the past
Waiting patiently for us to go back in time
And smile the way we used to when we didn't worry
Now we are ill with weight of the world on our shoulders
It is up to you and I to determine how to let go
To be heavy-hearted yet light as air
I can see clear bare skies ahead
Begging us to reach up
You can't have your feet on the ground
If your head is in the clouds
I don't think we ever belonged here anyway
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