Get away from that the world you live in. Highway Zone, Race away with a car too far.
Leaving the lies, ties behind.
We are a racing YOUTH, we are forgotten TRUTH.
Its where the PAIN in us, leaves us the SCARS of dust,
Blown by the Air of Smiles and Cries of Highs and Lows.
Still waiting for that day when we could Fly so High.
When could we Fly so High, Yeh could we Fly so High?
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Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
