Just when I thought it was all over
Lightning struck
Fate fell from the sky as a four leaf clover
Fluttered into my outstretched hand
I put it to my lips and blew a constellation of pedals that reached the far points of the world
I hope one found its way into a young writers hands
And he will look at the world in awe at such a chance
At 17 he'll have his first dance
All the wrong steps
His hands wandering along her backless dress
Such a Russian roulette romance
Someone will have to end it at one point
And he'll be furious at his own tears
Lightning struck
Fate fell from the sky as a four leaf clover
Fluttered into my outstretched hand
I put it to my lips and blew a constellation of pedals that reached the far points of the world
I hope one found its way into a young writers hands
And he will look at the world in awe at such a chance
At 17 he'll have his first dance
All the wrong steps
His hands wandering along her backless dress
Such a Russian roulette romance
Someone will have to end it at one point
And he'll be furious at his own tears
Angrily wiping them away
Furiously scrawling in his notebook
A recluse from the loss and chaos
A hope book
But yet he learned the power of poetry
Young soul you learned the power...
Of the manuscript.
Furiously scrawling in his notebook
A recluse from the loss and chaos
A hope book
But yet he learned the power of poetry
Young soul you learned the power...
Of the manuscript.
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