High dive into frozen waves, past comes back to life,

Fight fear for the selfish pain, worth it every time,

Back to black,

Only said goodbye with words,

Beneath the stains of time,

The feelings disappear.

But that’s life

It happens.

As funny as it may seem,

Some people get their kicks stomping on a dream,

Know when to fold ‘em,

Know when to walk away,

Seasons don’t fear the reaper,

Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain,

Dust in the wind,

All we are is dust in the wind.

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