Highway Horizons
I love when there are no clouds in the sky, except one, in front of the moon, behind the sun, beyond the wonders of men, setting stars masked in pairs, I use paper for my pen, pour upon and tear, tears fall from a clear sky
I’ve spared many lives before mine, fine as crystal edges, crying I can’t take back what has been done, over and out by the sea storms drifting wood, clear as ever, the highways horizon is forever.
I’ve spared many lives before mine, fine as crystal edges, crying I can’t take back what has been done, over and out by the sea storms drifting wood, clear as ever, the highways horizon is forever.
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