Falling and Cut
Falling and cut, the ground far
The music box plays, winds blow
Her words lie, untruths rein being
Still dark and cold, the river flows
Yet falling on, the silence holds
The dancers spin, a dance in vain
And it goes on, this life we’ve won
The sad song sings over and over she falls like rain
Where is the end? The black crash burns
Reality cries, and silence calls for collision
Screaming mute and the fall still clear
To hit the bottom, a timeless decision?
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