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Blue sky Green grass Jagged gravel Broken glass Burning buildings Babbling brooks Stony silence Innocent looks. People go And people stay But all I do Is run away. Letting go Is what I do When anyone Starts coming through To depend On Someone new Is simply asking To be rescued I don't need them These "other friends" I can stand here And play pretend. To act as if My sky Is blue My brooks are babbling My heart is true. I can be Whoever I need To play that part To stand and lead But maybe one day The ice will melt I will accept Emotions felt.