Burning bridges with borrowed lighters.
Beyond bridges, a world ablaze.
Pitch black in the center of the flames
Bending time for the sake a rhyme.
living, dying, laughing, crying.
Burning bridges with borrowed lighters.
Procuring punches from professional fighters.
Running rampant with regret filled sorrow
Turing attention to today's tomorrow.
Place your stones upon my shoulders, I will carry them
Place your burdens a top those boulders let me grow weary with them.
Give me your fears and doubts and I will bury them.
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