a message to the who’s and what’s left behind a message to the who’s and what’s left behind If I wrote a letter to you, I’d say: We’ll only keep you down, You’ll never get to hold what’s in your dreams. If we’re gone, You won’t wonder why, You’ll know. If we runaway, I’d miss: Tasting the golden hours, Dancing in the soft rain, And letting it encase me, Like the meteor showers. If I knew how to fix it all, We could: Let them back in their home, Unlock the gates, Put out the smoke signals, Repair the shattered to the burned, And it isn’t just dystopia if we go back now. Anonymous
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