I would let the world burn
If it meant I could see you one last time
I could let the skies collapse
if I could press pause on time
watch the oceans rise and drown the stars
let the cities fall in bloody wars
if it only meant I could hold your hand
one last time
call it weakness
madness
condemnation wrapped in longing
I don't care
love was never clean
so let the world burn
and let me burn with it
if you’re on the other side
it's worth every second
The clock is broken, it stopped ticking ten years ago, stopped counting how much time had passed. It is an old grandfather clock, wood of oak, and sculpted to perfection.
In a world of rose petal dawns
And freshly mowed lawns
And the warmth of a million suns
There lives a child
Meek and mild
in a little sun filled gale
there is a wooden swing
it's creaky and it's old, but then
so is everything
it is so dear and pretty
the meadow's filled with bees
there are flowers brushed
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