We have to weather throughout storms And the wars got us worried if were going upfront. Those on the front lines never get to their sons,
How can I love you so, When in my blackened heart, I know...
That you'd never love me, If you saw my inner being,
You wouldn't look at me, If you knew my past,
As I grow old, I know what it is to fear. My wings are frail, as they disintegrate to dust. Subsequent to the cool wind on my skin, My eyes never let their focus fall from the clouds.
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