To Far Gone
I had a dream that I could fly nobody could touch me I was so high.
As clouds went by I'd catch them in my hand.
It was like everything had been planned.
But as I thought things could get no better my happy world turned to bad weather.
The clouds turned dark and the sky was no longer blue.
No longer could I fly, I was now falling and calling for help.
But no one came because I could not be saved.
I was too far gone anyways.
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