A night and a day chasing each other endlessly
a young bird and a feeble imagination closer to the edge
instinct tells me, the odds are against them tonight
neither one can swim or fly but they believe in God
the optical nerve attached to the right side of their faith
couldn't predict the end of their world, nor could the plans they made.
The pains they felt were as bittersweet as the joy they shared
for the injuries they sustained were as self-inflicted as the love they gave
The young lovers trusted their hearts to an old song, big mistake!
they would have noticed their own lives collapsing but they were too busy living
they were careless in the face of oblivion, one could say arrogant even
nothing could have prepared them for the end to their auspicious beginning.
The sky darkened, the soil from underneath them started crumbling
they held each other's hands and it started pouring
one of them fell in the mud, the other one kept on running
realizing the obvious absence, he stopped all of a sudden
two steps short of salvation he looked back and hesitated for a moment
big mistake! the wounded one took notice
She closed her eyes and waved goodbye,
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