Walking corpses
Skeletal horses
Trample on dreams endearing.
The sun, it will not rise
The body, it will not rise
Ships are setting sail for finer shores
What’s on the other side?
Don’t worry love, you don’t have to know.
These days I speak with my eyes closed
Like a broken hearted lover, oh the way
You’d touch my hand and call me baby
Yes, it pushes me through the storm
I somehow manage the harsh winds.
But darling, a home can only stand
So many earthquakes, seismic waves
Eventually, it has to collapse.
Oh, but spring will come again,
These winters are never forever
I’ll see them cherry blossoms soon
The sun, it will rise
The body it will rise
Our lives are meant for bigger things
Whose road we will go down together, hand in hand.
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