I will be there where you are
I will be there you will feel the same
Together lost in the dark of the city
And ideals are falling apart
Just when you thought they’d remain the same
They went from statues to dust in the city
You’re only on the ground
When you’re afraid to fly
and hear the foreign sounds
to live while you’re alive alive
They say all our values are lost
That we are all done for and double crossed
But we’ve never felt less at fault
Just for growing
You’re only on the ground
When you’re afraid to fly
and hear the foreign sounds
to live while you’re alive alive
©2013 Paolo Brian
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