Oh, feeling problems moving on,
refusing to be gently wrapped.
Can't comfortably believe
the sky felt so low.
Feel the cold wall at my back, think of you, recall
I've gotta go!
My guiding light
Know, don't wanna feel that loss
Not lonely now
Not decaying, no!
Afraid you'd hear
the noise made by my heart.
My guiding mind
I'll draw again
Those days won't be lies.
Believing seeds I plant today won't die,
Not looking back, I will go on
Like a gently flowing stream
good while you could feel those things.
Like the soft breeze on our cheeks,
I could feel you.

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