As wind goes to where sky is
And the shadows leaves a trodden path
I stood where the time freeze
And seek what's left of the wrath
As the night goes to where the horizon is
And the breeze leaves a dry land
I searched where fate tangled strings
And reach for what's left to fend
As you go to the ocean of possibilities
And the footsteps left an odd longing
I tried to heal my broken wings
And grab what's left of my feeling
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