For those who understands it, and for you who makes sure they dont understand it.
It started to unVeil it self slowly at first.
Dwelling underneath curiositys thurst.
But then like cracks in a boat, the water started to pour in.
More mistakes in your fathers coat, the air grew thin.
Thinking that fire will save you from your sinking boat.
You only burned youT Woodd.
It all was clear, when the Hightower fell.
No wind to catch it was going to hell.
No Moral, ne compass was on board.
I left my boat and swam to shore.
I reached the Golden sands and turned around.
Looking for my sisters hands or crying sounds.
Looking down on the reflections of the ocean. I was a tyger, surviving your notion.
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