wind plays in your hair
the sea shining on your eyes
smalls specks of light
this makes you more alive
walk this path
invite us into this adventure
you will see every broken thing rebuilt
you believe every ship was made to sail
you are a flag in the rubble
colors dance in the darkness
you painted the scars gold
told me never to grow old
that smile has a way
of telling me i'm so wrong
not so strong
so full of shit
but you like me anyways.
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