Stepping Stone


Looking back, distorts my eyes
Through the glass, I ask, what lyes
Ruins of smiles, warmth, and tears,
The glass gets thicker with all these years

Time hurry along,
So I can carry on
Ignorance sets us free,
Blind me

I'll think again, when It's time to feel,
But right now, that seems so surreal
Can't stop looking through the glass,
I tremble from the past

Time hurry along,
So I can carry on
Ignorance sets us free,
Blind me







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