To give refuge to
Those 2 o'clock thoughts.
To cleanse your-
Dust stricken insides.
And to set you free,
From yourself.
One day; someone
Will come along.
And all those songs,
That meant nothing.
All those broken lyrics;
Will make sense.
And then, it'll rain.
Past your cheeks,
Wind will blow for you.
And the birds will sing.
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