If the waters washed over
All the chalk I scratched into the black board
If the mountains fell over
The footsteps that we printed along the way
If the birds forgot to flap their wings
And know how to fly
If nothing makes sense anymore but only a lie
Will you still be the only thing I know?
That hasn't made any sense at all
Yet couldn't feel as right as it always has
When you grab hold of the last word before I say goodbye again
And that last word never fails to make me shiver and shake
Make me realise I'm awake
Sleeping use to be my escape
But either way there is no pearly gate
Unless there's you waiting there
For now just hesitate

Sara Tehrani

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