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waves
waves
The vibration that we feel when we held each other’s hands I can still remember it all even the days that
we thought that we were gone the wave of your voice made me held on
There was a swelling storm and all our voice made each of us held on, no matter what the pain we got to
embrace it its our faith but when we surpass all this pain and rain. There’s always success waiting for us.
Through the wind down to the place we used to lay when we were kids. Memories of stolen place
caught in the silence and echo lost in space. But one day for sure we will all go back and shout our
names that we all had comeback.
I can still remember it all, all the pain the joy and sadness that we felt we all held on and moved on.