i drew you a line, it's all for you
to take the lead for the things you do
with bits and pieces of my memories
alone in your room with the silent breeze
you dropped me a line with the sharpest hook
the sight of you above was all it took
blue to red and from here to there
a simple memento with no room to spare
it's been a long time since i've felt so free
with the sun shining through and nothing left to see
i am the anchor keeping everything in place
going about my way with melancholy grace
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