Verse 1
I fell with no hands there to help me up,
Left behind by everyone as the world rushed past.
My spirit broken, but I crawled through the mud,
Searching for a piece of myself under the boundless skies.
My thoughts run wild, oh my fleeting heart,
Like a river fighting its own flow.
While time keeps turning without a pause,
I stand in a world I can no longer hold onto
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