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Des enfants déjà grandis Des baisers déjà oubliés Des plantes déjà fleuries
We come We roam And we go That’s all we know. We come on earth We roam, we surf
Look at all this luggage cluttering around. Day packs cling like masks forgotten. They underscore my fear of waking up. Those bags in the corner are still unpacked.
Take me away from here Let my departure be ungrand Let me go unnoticed
I know who I am Rosy streets and stars guide me Now I watch you burn
I was once a spoiled child. Taking everything for granted, I hardly stopped to notice my way of thinking. Forever complaining, Hardly thanking.
My sweet and loving sun you were born with curly hair and silken cheeks very often I had observed a flame of inquisitiveness into your dark black eyes curiosity often leads to trouble
When you left did you know where you were going did you wonder where I was is there any question you mind answering is there anything that you lost were you hurting or were you painless
I felt bound to you The never ending feeling of a repeated broken cycle As I tried to leave , You would not let me go I see a light in this pit and follow This light leading to the stair way of freedom
Let me be a constant daydream A sparkle in your eye
From country to country When I was two years I left my country I left to Asia to a better country After seven years there we became angry
It was all I needed to see the bridge to reach my dream standing tall, reassuring me to my future, my grand scheme It used to only be a view a sight from the city I love
Traveling around the world is extravagant and fun, meeting new people and recognizing cultures. You go to Mexico and eat a caramel bun, Cross the sahara desert in Egypt and see vultures.
Somehow it all must change, We can't just look through windowpanes. The sky is perfectly in reach Since they invented aeroplanes. Fly away-
Summer evenings in years before with all of the doors in the house wide open, The sprinkler makes its rounds around the yard with a rhythm unbroken: Ch-ch-ch chanting a summer’s song.
A higher education Is not just in my imagination I believe I am called to go So I can grow My knowledge to a better level
I’ll miss your face, leaving this place/ an empty space, but full of grace/ Living your way, For another day/ I cannot stay, I gotta fly away/
You know it's been so long since your depart,It hurts so much to know that you're not here,And I need you here with me to keep me from falling apart,But you're not here and it feels as though I am about to disappear,
Depart Your space From my mind , heart and soul Depart me asap && leave me alone Stop giving regrets, pains && sorrows I’ve right to live Stop being
Who am I? What can I say? The sting of thorns dripping with poison brands my heart as life slips from those eyes that I thought I knew so well. In my state, I have become the doll that mourns in silence.