Crystallised versions of ourselves
Rosana, are you feeling unwell?
Don't you think you owe it to yourself?
To let the blossom bloom in the crevices of that beautiful mind
Your body is your home with windows tall
Can you look out, and resist the fall?
In the cracks of this dreamland smoke skyline
Lies the lessons learned and a newborn heart in a later lifetime
Crystallised versions of ourselves
Rosana, I will go with you through hell
Behind polished smiles the darkness grows
As we tread the time of the tide to fight the water below
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