Four letters separate you and me,
Freedom comes and goes
But life is seldom better wrapped together
In the white sheets of a misty haven.
We are all chained to the sky,
But you seem to transcend such boundaries
That even the birds falter against.
I was there and now I’m here,
Tomorrow I’ll be gone,
So take me now
Or never again.
The future has no place for me,
Nature is my enemy,
So keep an eye out for the wind,
It carries the whispers of places I’ve been.
Dancing in the pale blue night,
Men grow old, but the way home to you
Is always within sight.
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