Can’t turn around to see
The way the grass bends with the wind
A world where all souls are free
You and I can’t run from the truth
It’s a long, long way to the shore
We can try but we don’t know
What the waves of uncertainty hold
If we can’t find the strength
Then we’ll never know
What we can create
When we let go
If we don’t have love
Then we’ve got nothing
Who needs more than this?
Put a gun to my head with nowhere to run
And I’d rather be laughing than cryyyyying.
If we can’t find the words
To break the spell
We will remain in our own living hell

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