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Sometimes its all pretend, this life we live

My boots have walked for many days, soles are worn thin

Like mine, cracked in sunshine, wind, and rain

The flood grows with time, like the tears in my eyes

Childhood days spent listnening, to fire engines and leaves

It's time to let go of this melting stream of dreams

So they say, it's better off this way

You can rest your heart

But I swear, I won't believe it's true

Because I can feel fire in snow

And so can you, if you let go of the fear in your throat

Step to the edge, grab my hand

And we can finally fly home