A Prophecy
How stubborn are the scars when they won't fade away? Or just a gentle reminder that noware better days? We'll be home soon so dry your eyesYou'll be okayOh my godThe water is risingYou just have to believe in meFailing that I'll ride this storm aloneWe can still make it out'Fuck' Ican help you through this But you have to take my hand...
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