If I could trade my life for yours i would
you don't have to trail behin stars as mere dust
just gast be left as proof that another was here
beause in a world of pitch black you don't have to rush
because it's the same every wer you look
you don't play back the sounds they made before becoming what they are
or how they dim when you think they won't
when you depend on he light they warn you beore their end
I would love to be you
at least for now i can retend
1 comment:
Pardon me, there are quite a few typos there making it difficult to feel this one mate.
"just gast be left as proof that another was here"
Not sure what you mean here.
But I shall complement you for the second verse. I like the feel there. But, you could improvise on this one.
Keep writing!!!
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