Cutting The Rope
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•07 Feb 2023
cutting the rope, hanging by threads holding up matches, turning to ashes long before death opened it doors i’ve set on my throne i’ve lived on my own long before love kept up a score long before less has become more there was something to keep walking for there was something for which, i was living for long before this father of mine crafted the wings, that allowed me to fly I was lost between questions dreaming of heavens i was searching the lessons that shed enough light on concept of sun, and why it’s so bright i was up in a fright, getting the power to bloom like a flower, light as a powder but with the limit, to not fly further what about dreams that I nurture what about mind that’s been tortured no matter what, i keep moving forward I’m taking the risk, i cannot be cornered Im cutting the rope, never giving up hope there has never been lid on top of my dome there is no stopping, denying my home my heaven my page, the tear from my tome the story of Icarus, must to be known neither a god, neither a human from this point on, I have been chosen to look for the broken, scars in my brain to strive to regain, glimmer in eyes that made all the stars And replace the parts That blinded our hearts Offspring of deadalus, ready to go Aiming for sun, no more room for the darkness Birthing the world, as I take take up in awe Cursing the land below as I soar And just as the heat tore up my skin I was laughing to know, there’s still hope for my kin So this is the legacy by which I breathe Long after death, example to fix Soar up the sky, the heat is no threat Except if you value, darkness and them Monsters that live, under the shade Being their chess piece Enjoy being played Story of icarus, reason to change Cutting the ropes, so you can keep hopes.
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cutting the rope, hanging by threads holding up matches, turning to ashes long before death opened it doors i’ve set on my throne i’ve lived on my own long before love kept up a score long before less has become more there was something to keep walking for there was something for which, i was living for long before this father of mine crafted the wings, that allowed me to fly I was lost between questions dreaming of heavens i was searching the lessons that shed enough light on concept of sun, and why it’s so bright i was up in a fright, getting the power to bloom like a flower, light as a powder but with the limit, to not fly further what about dreams that I nurture what about mind that’s been tortured no matter what, i keep moving forward I’m taking the risk, i cannot be cornered Im cutting the rope, never giving up hope there has never been lid on top of my dome there is no stopping, denying my home my heaven my page, the tear from my tome the story of Icarus, must to be known neither a god, neither a human from this point on, I have been chosen to look for the broken, scars in my brain to strive to regain, glimmer in eyes that made all the stars And replace the parts That blinded our hearts Offspring of deadalus, ready to go Aiming for sun, no more room for the darkness Birthing the world, as I take take up in awe Cursing the land below as I soar And just as the heat tore up my skin I was laughing to know, there’s still hope for my kin So this is the legacy by which I breathe Long after death, example to fix Soar up the sky, the heat is no threat Except if you value, darkness and them Monsters that live, under the shade Being their chess piece Enjoy being played Story of icarus, reason to change Cutting the ropes, so you can keep hopes.
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