They have stolen my moon

They have stolen my moon

You can’t see, What is next to you But you will seek Away for any clue You can’t feel The fire around you It won’t heal And this you knew You won’t live a lie But this is not a life You can’t kill a fly But you still hold a knife I could buy you a dream Full of autumn leaves Dancing under the moonbeam So away from those thieves Those who stole your wind And run away from here Leaving you bleeding Like a lonely deer But this will be another ones dream This is not what you want You will not redeem If you don’t live, you can’t.

Leo

Valla uno a saber por que, uno escribe algunas cosas que superan su propio entendimiento. si lo entiendes, explicamelo!!!

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Lean