I was flying high up in the blue sky,
Living in a world of dreams.
When the wind laid me peacefully,
Into your arms of dark wood.
And there I was,
finally complete,
In our blissful world
Of peace and soulful comfort.
But then they came,
And tried to snatch me away from you.
Tearing me apart,
Leaving scars just as deep too.
I hung spent,
Holding on to you with just a thread,
Torn into shreds,
Ravaged beyond recognition,
Just another piece of memory.
Hanging on.
Praying on.
Carrying on.
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