Atlas
"we're wasting our youth
with sins who are older than us.
we don't talk anymore,
we're to busy standing in rain,
waiting for hurricanes.
there is not just one
who is holding up the heavens.
over years youth been burdened,
we've been born with bad luck.
we walk through this
because the weight on our shoulders will be heavy anyway.
if you can hold up the heavens,
hell will be a child's play."
08.08.17
Copyright © Mina Cha | Year Posted 2017
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