Change falls from this pocket
Wishes fall on empty stars
Funerals line broken dreams
With the courage to take a hand
Sitting still - I'm gonna stand
I hear you in the distance
Voices lost on old pages
Half written ,holding on to every letter
That was never addressed .
Lockets separate,
Golden clasp
I see you in the window
Calling my name
I can't reach you there
You can't reach me
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