"A Journey with Black Feathers"
Peering in the glass of the past
and waiting for the bus and the perfect time
to move, to move, to move away
toward the place unknown, even to you.
You might look back and see the sign
of where they ended up or how they will go on
and wonder to where have you gone
or to what have you become
Since the times have change but never did you
because you're common.
The one who is the one and the one who cannot say
that you've changed, and was better than ever before
Because its you, not me, its not us. or so you think.
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