Beneath the hill where truth is created custom to fit,
A vision to replace what you see.
To be pretty and elegant without worry.
Done in such a hurry it’s a wonder how we seek what’s right
When life becomes so silly and your lit up with all your eloquent memories.
When your much to high to want to leave this behind.
Don’t look down and save your temptation.
Seek your savoir and outlast the fleeting fame.
When your walls burn down and only glass is left to see.
Give your hand nothing to take from
and live with whispers from your fallen.
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