Ambitionsalone i walk It calls to me a voice on the wind, along the breezeAmbitions
and it whispers temptation
with words bitter sweet this voice on the wind calling to me
Of thoughts, far off places empty but free so pleasant complacent and so out of reach
I'll bide my time
so that one day maybe Ill find my own place open and free
but with these all dreams, false hopes and facades All ill be doing is letting it fade
So that one day ill stop, feel the wind through my hair and not hear the voice whispering there
Breyer Fair.
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