Who are you now
When you take that final bow Give it all back to the ground Who are you now Whose face do you see When the crack it draws you in between And do you remember all you've been Who could you be Anytime could be the last time We get to say goodbye What are we feeding With our precious life These are made of water Shining like a river bright One of these days they're going to pour back Into the ocean wide ~~Luke Anderson Comments are closed.
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