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What Could Have Been

What Could Have Been


walking at midnight in the city of lights
the street lights flickering with the stars above
a gentle breeze intertwines with my hair
feeling leaves crunch their little deaths
neath my feet on the cobble path

i feel a kind of free I’ve longed to be
the beauty of the world revealing itself to me
for after the fog has all lifted away
i’m left with nothing but love at the end of the day

i let myself linger and I feel at home
walking at midnight in the city of lights alone