It's not a soft landing
But it's a graceful fall
I lay my head back and
I just dissolve
Into an ocean of nothing
A bed of my becoming and
I lost it all
I swear these walls are still running
From everything I've done and now
I'm on my own
The sound of the river as it
Aches and flows
Soft as a feather
The way it breaks my bones
I watch it burn like an ember
Until I must surrender the
Place I call home
And now these walls don't remember
The ways in which I held her and
Soon I'll be gone
The veins of my city
Spread blue and cold
No, I'm not ready to be
Gray and old
My soul aches with desire
My thoughts are aged and tired but
They're holding on
And now these walls have acquired
A beautiful sapphire and
In me it glows
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It's not a soft landing
But it's a graceful fall
I lay my head back and
I just dissolve
Into an ocean of nothing
A bed of my becoming and
I lost it all
I swear these walls are still running
From everything I've done and now
I'm on my own
The sound of the river as it
Aches and flows
Soft as a feather
The way it breaks my bones
I watch it burn like an ember
Until I must surrender the
Place I call home
And now these walls don't remember
The ways in which I held her and
Soon I'll be gone
The veins of my city
Spread blue and cold
No, I'm not ready to be
Gray and old
My soul aches with desire
My thoughts are aged and tired but
They're holding on
And now these walls have acquired
A beautiful sapphire and
In me it glows
But it's a graceful fall
I lay my head back and
I just dissolve
Into an ocean of nothing
A bed of my becoming and
I lost it all
I swear these walls are still running
From everything I've done and now
I'm on my own
The sound of the river as it
Aches and flows
Soft as a feather
The way it breaks my bones
I watch it burn like an ember
Until I must surrender the
Place I call home
And now these walls don't remember
The ways in which I held her and
Soon I'll be gone
The veins of my city
Spread blue and cold
No, I'm not ready to be
Gray and old
My soul aches with desire
My thoughts are aged and tired but
They're holding on
And now these walls have acquired
A beautiful sapphire and
In me it glows
Writer: Varsha Krishnamoorthy
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