
I wrote this a long time ago and just found it in a random stack of papers while cleaning my room.
Rushing wind
Billowing fire
A screaming child
Trampled rose
Thundering storm
Rushing, rushing
A run from time
Make it stop
Breath, keep, be
And the laughter
And the wind
And the water
Will come crashing down
The echo calls to me by night
In my dreams I feel sorrow
For what was lost
What could have been
And yet I keep breathing
I keep keeping
I keep being
Until one day
When I can leave it all behind

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