Short Story Picture Book - Lines
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Carving lines that will
Be washed away
Forgetting all of the paths that we traced
When the morning comes
The sun will fall into place
Leaving us with the feeling of
Disgrace
The wilderness will be
All consuming
With us wrapped up in misunderstanding
What hope is there for us?
We make patterns that wash away
So easily
Drifting on a hopeless sea
Washed away like all the lines we left behind
Be washed away
Forgetting all of the paths that we traced
When the morning comes
The sun will fall into place
Leaving us with the feeling of
Disgrace
The wilderness will be
All consuming
With us wrapped up in misunderstanding
What hope is there for us?
We make patterns that wash away
So easily
Drifting on a hopeless sea
Washed away like all the lines we left behind