Class of one

If time teaches if wind makea strong
If in making our eyes visible we break our selves will
The moment of truth ever arrive lies
Perched on skies
We are birds our minds stretch to the stars
We see our lives before we die a final gift from a
God that doesn't exist in the way we do
For he like all gods will stretch far after
Further than the wind will take them farther than
All of our planets farther than we will ever know
Sold for 15 dollars the price is steep
The time for crime is now steal eternal bliss
For a night in jail for it is you savior
Dressed in jeans and a whimsical t shirt
We are knight we are the savior
We are the sum of our parts but maybe
That's enough

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