maybe there is hope after all

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I see a world 

of shattered glass,

silent screaming,

and scars, so many scars 


i accept it, this cruel beauty, 

I don't have the answers 

or the fight, or the spirit 

but birds fly, fly, away

so maybe I can too


i see a world that is unforgiving 

and it's loud and it hurts 

but i also see a world of a peaceful sun

oh, how faithfully the sun sets to rise

i believe it too says to its self: je peux voler

so maybe there is hope after all



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