She had a glint in her eye
she had magic from the sky
she had a name that symbolized freedom.
She never knew quite how far
she could get on a star
but she bowed and then overcame it.
She had to sit in
It was a reflection
she knew this day would come
For to my surprise
the thing that she devised
can free us from all of our sins
Using the plants as a guide
she easily survived
what surely could have been her doom
The plant from within
took her again
to a place of healing and sorrow
today was hard
there's no more lifeguard
we'll see what happens tomorrow
Another day has passed
there's more to the mask
that will eventually fall
How can we die
we're barely alive
the plot wraps us together
What's right or what's wrong
what side you are on
doesn't build any bridges
To the place we can be
where we are all free
from the bonds of our own doing
Can't we just be
let's follow the sea
to places of inter-dimension
Love will survive
It's built to take time
there's one thing I'll finally say
Take the day
don't waste it away
you'll thank yourself in today's tomorrow
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