He let me believe I was free
He made peace with it all.
I had a dream, and then he left again.
No one will know what you hold inside.
Allowed to shadow your former self
Dreams will come but will not hold you.
You are the dream in living color
The pieces on the ground lay in front of me Please do not attempt to hand them to me Let me gather them when I am ready Don't give up on...
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