They snuffed out the stars in my eyes
And forced the smoke down my throat
Is this another rite of passage?
The transition, the initiation
When youre standing alone,
On your own without a home
With a fist wrapped around your heart to
Keep it from breaking
Turns out that my childhood heroes
My juvenile champions
My ancient mountains
They were human all along
They were flawed
They were unreliable
They were fragile
Nothing personal, of course
One day Ill forgive them
For being human all along
Not soon or later, but someday
When I let my own children down














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"all because of you/ i believe in angels/ not the kind with wings/ no, not the kind with halos/ the kind that brings you home/ when home becomes a strange place/ i'll follow your voice/ all you have to do is shout it out" TheGoodLeftUndone - RiseAgainst
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Those of us without rhythm have far too much on our minds.
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"all because of you/ i believe in angels/ not the kind with wings/ no, not the kind with halos/ the kind that brings you home/ when home becomes a strange place/ i'll follow your voice/ all you have to do is shout it out" TheGoodLeftUndone - RiseAgainst
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