The Gates
I knew
the moment
I pushed through those gates
that the life I had
could never be again
there is no turning back
when you’ve burned your past
and you’re carrying
all your worldly goods
in the hollow
of your broken heart
I knew
the moment
I pushed through those gates
that the life I had
could never be again
there is no turning back
when you’ve burned your past
and you’re carrying
all your worldly goods
in the hollow
of your broken heart
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