,as ironic as it seems to be.
Doesn't matter how much I'm shouting
if you don't want to hear.
They're memories around flying.Not a single one that I could regret.
Even those silent moments we spent,
are coming back, my heart they're taming.
Once again I would left everything
,take your hand and follow you in.
I'd forbid the man you've been.
Staying with you until the ending.
And I'm here, in this free fall,
not alone; the air is beneath my feet.
Maybe I'm just waiting for the call.
No fear, cause braveness it's not a myth.
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