Where the World Goes Crazy
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It would be perfect
if we were made of fire,
made of ice, made of stone.
We can dream about life,
we can dream about laughter,
we can dream about love.
I wish I could believe
in a little bit of heaven,
but we take one train
to where the world goes crazy.
At the end of a restless night
the sun comes up and time moves on.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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