Flowing down a storm drain
Like a little boy's make believe boat
A wannabe plaything
Easily let go
Replaceable in a heartbeat
A blink of the eye
As it flows into the darkness
Out of sight
Lost in a chasm in a forest of hope
Sacred for such a small time
Hearing coins fall
Splashing in a wishing well
Fear and silence
Echoing off the stone walls
Borrowed feeling
Speaking out silently
The sad disappear
As a craved horse smiles
As it runs on a merry go round
Charming broken lyrics
Disjointed together
Some how making sense
Running away from the every day
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