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It's like walking on air,
Or laughing in a storm.
Like an pure amber fire,
With no sight to be torn.

It's like being alone for a week,
With nothing so bleek.
It's Warm like December,
As cold as I remember,
Feelings that melt like words,
Circling slowly as the world turns,
Seeing home for the first time,
Falling like everything's fine.

It's like dancing with no one around,
Hands and knees; smiles are found.
Wings that spread upon the rim,
Only knowing that the future is grim.
Fly, and wrap the unknown,
You never know what life you'll sew.

It's like punching the wall,
Hoping it'd fall.
You see the high, cry, oh cry,
It's not that they lie,
It's just how it goes,
It's how the rest of life begins to glow.
It's how feelings begin to grow,
It's why beginnings feels so right.

It's like falling too deep; so slow,
Though knowing the end is in sight.
It's like walking into the Red Sea,
Trusting someone else, trying to believe.
It's like holding on to you,
By letting you go.
It's like losing my mind.
It's like being too kind.
It's like flying away.
It's like a wish to say.

It's like looking in your eyes,
Only to say, "Goodbye."