Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift — that is why it is called the present.
“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”
in the world today you can’t live in a castle far away..
Cause we’re all we got on this bouncing ball,
and I love you free
I love you freely.
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