Falling High

I was stranded in a corner, alone in the brightest nights and the darkest days, waiting for a hand

You took me in your bubble, showered me with bitter love and sweetest hate, where you protected me from harm

I flew so high, passing through the joyous fights and the saddest harmonies, forgetting how to land

As the wings broke and the bubble burst, I floated among the caged sky and the shallow ocean, where it stopped being warm

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