Trying to bridge a gap,
To climb the unclimbable,
And unlock the toughest lock.
I think I'm a dreamer,
Wishing to touch through the glass,
To tough the intangible,
And hold it in my arms.
But now I feel that will never happen,
Each day I'm pulled further from that warmth,
My insides turning cold,
Breaking from the ice that's crusted over.
I think that I'm a dreamer,
And sometimes I wish I'd never wake up.
-Sir Jestro
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