Why is the path unclear,
When we know home is near.
Understand we'll go hand in hand,
But we'll walk alone in fear.
Tell me where do we go from here.
When does "the end" appear,
When do the trumpets cheer.
The curtain's close, on a kiss god knows,
We can tell the end is near...
so everytime this feels like it's going to end,
something else just happens.
not like in a movie
where the ending is so predictable.
so what are we waiting for?
a prince on a white horse?
a pair of glass slippers?
a kiss of true love?
nope,
what we want is much more simple,
and much harder to get.
one
good
day.
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