The hardest wind kept blowing
every time i move closer
it blows me further away
i must learn to move slowly
don't let pride see me now
i must learn to forget some things
so that you don't keep getting further than arms reach away
the worse is so
when the cold try to beat me down
but even worse is so
when the skylight burns me down
i feel alone
in this world of logic
and you must feel alone
believing in your magic
The hardest wind kept blowing
every time i move closer
it blows me farther away
i must learn to move slowly
don't let pride see me now
it's easy to be myself
but some times it seems you need someone else
every road sees a simile
but nothing get's through you
the storm, always near by
I feel like i'm holding on for dear life
I see the sun
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