The fearless fire makes tigers cry.
I find nothing but sizzling stripes
And shattered CDs flying through the air.
I’d like to write away the rain but can’t.
The rain droplets on my tree outside show me the lives of my neighbors,
And shards of broken mirrors envision pieces of my future that shall never be.
What is buildings were but walls with no people living inside?
And all windows were made out of stained glass
So when you look outside the world appears rosy?
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