The Surface

To make it to the surface

What a thing that would be 

To make it to the surface

To follow my hopes and my dreams

 To make it to the surface 

To not only think about me

 To make it to the surface

To not be filled with apathy

 To make it to the surface 

Not to think about cuts

 To make it to the surface

Not to tell everyone to shut up

 To make it to the surface 

To feel the morning dew

 To be alive again

That is my dream too

The End

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