I once heard a story,
About a boy that love to climb trees,
He thought the world was his,
And he was the world.
One day,
He stepped out into the land,
everything was his, and everything was in his hands.
He held a golden key,
in his heart,
for the kingdom I loved like a full fledged star.
Tragedy struck like a mark,
the rivers turned bloody red and the bodies started to cry.
The boy slept in dirt.
His home was a burning hole of desert
His family were fighting more and more.
I once heard a story,
About a boy that love to climb trees,
He thought the world was his,
And he was the world.
I once heard a story,
About a boy that love to climb trees,
He thought the world was his,
And he was the world.
he was the world.
he was the world.
And when he died it wasn't fair.
The town's people love his dare for life.
And when they tossed him in the ground.
He landed there with a frown
I once heard a story,
a girl to travel with him,
she dived into the river and drowned right there.
I once heard a story,
about a boy who changed life,
he was just a child, but he created a world of possibilities.
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The Best Songs I've Written
RandomA collection of song lyrics that I believe are the best I've written
