It's full of People replacing People
Like riding an Airplane,
The air is recycled...
Breathe in Breathe out
It's the Breath of you Angels
That turns this world 'round...
The Time We've had,
Has been well spent
But I refuse to believe
that we'll soon reach the end...
I don't expect you
to operate on hope,
Nor do I expect that
somehow, you'll just know.
All I know,
is I'll be here when you get home.
Knowing all of this
Helps me sleep at night.
Because if not this breath,
Then maybe the next,
You'll eventually feel right...
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