Looking myself in the mirror Staring the hurricane in the eye As I come closer to my reflection Hiding beneath the lie The colors in the sky turn grey Thunderstorm welcoming the day I walk on the cracked roads Below which thousands of souls lay The unknown is the path, the unknown is the way Still, I have stepped out towards the destination The pain washed away by the tiny droplets of rain Moving on from station to station You can't cage a bird as free as me Destined to see the places without a sigh Past influences future or future is the past Yeah, I will fly high... I must be traveling now The love is so sweet, yeah I know Pulled me like the guitar strings So much for you, I have to show... Photo by Alejandra Quiroz on Unsplash
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