Falling pieces of the sky
Will we ever meet on one side
The wind is pulling me away
Up past the trees, past the clouds, past the ether
Far from your eyes.
(i miss my life)
You were my earth.
You held me close to the ground.
And now I'm ripped away, falling, falling, in the hurricane.
(i miss my life)
I must find my own roots.
I must find my own roots.
Deep in the soil, deep in the ground, like an old oak tree, waiting to be found.
I will give to me---
what I gave to you----
back to me
back to me
back to me...
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