Delicate Terror
She waits for the time when she can say that this could the right one
Each star that shines it burns her eyes but she continues to wish upon
The only means, of what she dreams is so that one day she won’t pretend
She let fears fly, as time collides with what she hopes will be right
What makes it that we fear things that we just don’t know
If something kills us inside how can we stop our selves from that terror mode
Have faith and trust and that the ones you love will have love for you no matter what
They are the wings that lift us up-a powerful hold that won’t let us give up-give up on anything…
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