Beauty of Flint
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Flint, I do not know if I want to believe you.
Fade out and this is where the truth beholds.
So many souls, hiding among the gray.
Powerful minds exist close and when will one discover.
Your mother is a fake, the smile on your face is not what seems.
Return to me, the innocents. Wont you return to me.
Child like dreams, read your love, I know them so well
what a tragedy, not your fault, I love you anyway.
I love you anyway. Meant a lot that you always cared.
No matter if you were able to control... this environment.
Now your gone, I'm lost but understood when you sailed back to me.
The ships set sail, baggage packed, and I will be sailing among this blue life
sail among this expedition, oh I will be sailing!
The gray sails are always casted, a reminder of strength I overcame.
A place to let the wind blow my mind, over across
swallow it whole like a happy thought I once became.
Oooooooo ooooooo oooooooooooooo the sails
are still blowing, down a river, a sail of the grays.
Taken only to exist, move on from my sorrow.
Only to make me strong. Steal my weak side and create this..concrete.
Creation can only be renewed when old bricks of the old, become healed or repaired.
This sinking ship is only where I strengthen the self I know is truth.