Set Free
The stars up in the sky are beaming down,
bringing light to the earth
All of them combined couldn't amount to your worth,
you see the angels shinedown and kiss you,
crying rain because they miss you
We wonder why they hang so high up in the sky
with little to no reason why
As we hold hands
we sit back and wonder why
The stars twinkle,
as our world goes by,
but I see that twinkle in your eye
When you stop and look at me,
like a prisoner kept captive,
I've been set free.
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