Watched a film
with cowboys and guns
when battles were won
in whiskey soaked dreams.
She’s shot down
in the orange of a sun,
died so young.
The pain’s his defeat.
Heard a song
about things in the wind
when happiness ends,
the bitter drenched flow.
Rock and roll
ain’t no answer at all,
just a rise to a fall
in cynical rhyme.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
I will soar when I know what love is for.
We touched hands
over milkshakes at night,
pursuing our light,
and presents from fate.
We never saw,
in our infinite spaces,
how an inch from our faces
our birthday cakes shine.
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