My Oxygen
Dreaming about happiness and the end of all sorrow
Creating this fantasy of a flawless tomorrow
Thinking that someday we will live in peace and not war
I refuse to live any longer in constant abhor
Never again will we be forced to watch men destroy one another
We will someday witness sounds of love being muttered
This is what keeps my heart beating
I find myself continually dreaming
Because this is
My Oxygen
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