I close me eyes
And breathe in
The wind cries
A good omen
The world seems free
As does me
Walking down the bright street
I am on fire
Sadness obsolete
My liberation dire
A brisk cold seeps in
Sending vibrations through my skin
Bliss fades with the seasons
I'm back to being me
Here come my demons
Every time I try to break free
But I'll always remember that day
When I was so high words I can't say
And breathe in
The wind cries
A good omen
The world seems free
As does me
Walking down the bright street
I am on fire
Sadness obsolete
My liberation dire
A brisk cold seeps in
Sending vibrations through my skin
Bliss fades with the seasons
I'm back to being me
Here come my demons
Every time I try to break free
But I'll always remember that day
When I was so high words I can't say
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