My shadow is rooted to this very spot and the light from above washes over my face - I'm still here.
Always running
But I guess I'll never catch up
Way down, way down, way down
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Left behind, unable to move
Is it my turn to die?
When you have come to the edge of all that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things wil happen. That there will be something solid to stand on or that you'll be taught to fly.
Can I ever believe?
Is anyone there?
Bye bye
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Who knows if these memories are still valid?
Hello?
Speaking but no one is listening 
