we are the wings of the wind
we are the tides rushing in
We are the ides of march comin round again
We are what has already been
We are the sirens of war
We are the end of the world
We are an exploding of star
We are what is not anymore
We are coming, We are gone
We are never lingering on
We are standing, we must fall
We are shining through you all
We are the eyes of the blind
We are the price of the poor
We are the ties that bind
Cut and fallen to the floor
We are the lies you tell
We are the stars that fell
We are a river of tears
drawn from an ever-flowing well
We are coming, we are gone
We are always born at dawn
We are fleeting as we run
We are beginning, we are done
We are an empty promise made
A debt to life so seldom paid
We are the pieces of the days
To often broken by your ways
We are the whispers from above
That should be shouted,
Shout your love
We are coming, we are gone
We are never lingering on
We are your children, husband, wife
We are the moments of your life
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