It falls to the call, the call of the sky
Sitting in the cool breeze of yester-nights
The misty morning is my favorite dream
You were the star and sun shinning brightly
We could have been the kings
It falls to the call, the song of the why
Petals making shadows to please the cause
The foggy night of dark rum and schemes
You were the pain that I could have fought
We could've balanced on moon beams
It falls to the call, the last note of an ally
Looking down empty corridors of childish laws
And with more words, I disbanded the team
You were the captain and I the rogue shot
We couldn't see and we couldn't be
- Britny Musson
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