When I ran away with the wind, that's when I found her. Amongst the sand and other such dirt, her tears fall like she has no hope. She only wishes that tomorrow might be kind to her. Who she was and who she wishes she could be lay at the bottom of the ocean. She's been turned away by every "yes" and "no". She doesn't want to hear another word. She only desires that someone would outstretch their arms towards her. And when she runs away, no one goes chasing after her. It makes all the empty words seem so much more real.
I told her I can't promise her the world, but I can sure come close.
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