Saturday, July 9, 2011

Planets are moving at the speed of light

"Plan for you, hope for us."

As ashes burn and shoot into the air
Like fireworks on display
When I find you, and you find me
This will all make sense, finally

If it's my turn to speak, I'll say I'm still not alright
But still, I'll be alright eventually
And if I still seem too weak,
I've grown strong enough to know differently

Even if this still hurts
Or if the dreams get worse
Let it wash away with the weather

It'll be alright
I promise it'll be okay
Just call me out and we can do this together

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