Wind whips through my city
My city freezes my bones
My bones no longer hold me
Hold me through these streets
These streets will lead me home
Lead me home where I belong
I belong to the world
The world is nothing great
Nothing great comes of my mind
My mind is not my own
My own will turn against me
Against me lies a spear
A spear could tear your flesh
Your flesh won't stop forsaking me
Forsaking me at the stone
The stone could be to throw
To throw it, it won't be over
Be over by the tree
The tree blossoms though it's cold
It's cold to think the petals fall
Petals fall as I walk
I walk through my city
My city freezes my bones.
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