Open Door
When I fly you will stay behind.
I will be far away from you.
And you will spend your time on foolish things but as for me you will see me no more.
I'll be walking through that opened door and I wont turn back again.
"Good-bye old friend" Is what I'll say to you.
Until we meet again this shall be the end.
Copyright © Kable Hendrix | Year Posted 2012
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