troubles arise

Troubled stars

We hide the pain that surf’s our blood
We hide it so well our movements seems beautiful water wave

Our life story is written on sand, performed within the melody of our broken heart beats
Yet most of the audience confused it for it’s seems crative souls

Our eyes, fear to look the truth behind our smile
Out ears, can only hear the eko of our sin
Our thoughts, destined to be abducted by the wind
Our touch, gravitated towards the rain, always end up soacking wet
Our voices, to heavy to travel from our lips
Our minds and hearts always between give and up

Yet our dance become the definition of love,
We bring hell and Haven to Star less sky
But we are only bound to be burn
Neither he nor I can escape the fire


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