Written by Emily Harstone | February 6, 2018
It crashed and I continued living.
And all he wanted was fame.
Where they left the world behind.
I returned to my true birthplace.
Standing above the loss, I dream.
Standing above the barren, I dream.
Often “Goodbye” echoes in my memories.
Closed eyes, remember the falling. Screams.
Eyes opened, it wasn’t a dream.
Pierre was very glad planes glide
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It crashed and I continued living.
And all he wanted was fame.
Where they left the world behind.
I returned to my true birthplace.
Standing above the loss, I dream.
Standing above the barren, I dream.
Often “Goodbye” echoes in my memories.
Closed eyes, remember the falling. Screams.
Eyes opened, it wasn’t a dream.
Pierre was very glad planes glide