There's no end to how high I fly now
You've set passion on my wings...

If you've danced in too much rain
and your feet are sinking under...

He finds paradox in the grey, wounded walls,
Making himself at home, he rebuilds the stone...

Hope is our strongest way to believe,
the sun still rising in a city of destruction...

The shiniest objects catch the sunlight. They...
But these golden treasures cast a swallowing hole...

Night is overbearing, stars and shooting hopes...
I hold out a bit longer, to see you fading in and...

You revive me,
shooting heartbeats in my direction...

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I am the sun's dance...

I blame myself for staying weak
without guiding and praying daily...

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6/19/2011...

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6/19/2011...

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6/18/2011...