Those Nights
A small tent underneath the stars, minds full of imagination
No burns, no scars, just pure inspiration
Fireworks in the distance, lighting up the sky
Summer could go on forever and I wouldn’t even mind
Heat waves rolling in that midnight tide
Every time things seem hopeless; think of those nights
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"I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.” ― William Ernest Henley, Echoes of Life and Death
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