“All of your magic lies reside
Within the hands that you create with
Hands filled with sparks
That had ran the course of her body
Lanes full of cars
They stopped ever so oddly
Latent with fears and ugly scars
Fists of rage turned to fireworks
Only humans compare them to stars
Only humans compare them to stars
All of your magic lies reside
Within the hands that you create with
Crooked places
And saddened faces
You’ve got a heart like mine
Traffic lights are illegal to run and borders are made up
Yet we can’t figure out ourselves
Callused fingers
And broken singers
You’ve got a heart like mine
Traffic lights are made up and borders are illegal to run
Yet we can’t figure out ourselves
All of your magic lies reside
Within the hands that you create with”
About the Creator
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