Raise your hands to the sky, catch the shooting stars
Before they dim and burn out like you fictional smile
There's still hope in the cliche tic tac toe on you wrist of scars
Tell my you're just tired of everyone guiving an inch when you give a mile

Somewhere in the brambles a faint echoe will sing Polo
When life pulls the strings and begs Marco
In the chasms very black of your mind,
red is the feirceness of a heart of passion
but this darkness clashes with hope, this blackness is the fashion
for our worldwise anthem

Show me a bridge that will not burn
And I will scream all my emotional yearns
Remember the rocky shores we've walked a thousand times before
And I might just open the guarded door
Where I've locked away the part of me that feels
Given up on time heals
Our worldwise anythem
 
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