Surrogate... there's no escape. I found a gate, but it's locked so I'm
Here to stay...
Yet every wish I have is granted. Every hand is mine to hold and all
The trees that I have planted touch the sky, turn gold.
I could buy the planet if I wanted. I'd make it mine... Yes, I'd unfold
A tapestry that I'd recline in, somewhere we could both grow old together.
Our dream.
Dying eyes... You sympathize. I clutch my prize but it so slowly fades
Away...
Writer(s): Edgard Scandurra
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