When she closes her eyes, she thinks of me A thousand names upon her face A thousand journeys with boundless tears An unending quest to find her place When she sleeps, she dreams of me The thousand things she wants to be The crystal wings that kiss the wind The rivers sweet that run within I'm a part of her, yes So many faces behind her eyes Rain patters against hot asphalt As it plummets from the skies She knows me so well I have lived inside herself For too long And she's aching, she's yearning As I ache to carry on Could I set things right, just for her (and me) To come out and fulfill the dream To spread our wings To be finally free? When she sleeps, she dreams of me I bear her face, she my reality When she cries, she bleeds for me Taken by this killer dreamBirth sign: Not entered
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