Not much to say. Be very careful of your actions! You can achieve! Lyrics below

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I'm trying to send a message

Up high from way out there

It's no use for me

To give it another shot

I know I believe

But time is gone so I am here now

You can't foresee

The beauty that could be

It’s cold out in the silence

Where shadows play their game

In shadows we find kindness

But who’s to take the blame

I fell from Grace

I fell from Grace

I fell from Grace

I fell from, I fell far from Grace

The stars they shine so brightly

Yet distance keeps them far

I whisper in the night, please

Show me who you are

It's dark out in the quiet

Where dreams are left to roam

In dreams we find the answers

To questions left unknown

I fell from Grace

I fell from Grace

I fell from Grace

I fell from, I fell far from Grace

I fell from Grace

I fell from Gr-a-ce

I fell from Grace

I fell from Grace

I fell from Grace

I fell from, I fell far from Grace

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Running through the golden light

City fades into the night

Holding on to dreams so tight

Chasing sunsets

Feels so right

Footsteps echo on the street

Hot pavement

Summer heat

Every moment

Can't repeat

Living life

It's kind of sweet

Chasing sunsets

Hearts on fire

Never stopping

We aspire

All we want

All we desire

Chasing sunsets

Flyin' higher

Sky turns colors

Shades of red

Purple clouds

Dreams ahead

Every day

A story's spread

Come what may

We won't dread

S̵k̵y̶ ̸t̵u̸r̷n̸s̶ ̵c̴o̶l̵o̵r̵s̴

̴S̶h̸a̴d̷e̵s̶ ̵o̷f̷ ̵r̵e̴d̸

̵P̵u̸r̷p̴l̵e̵ ̸c̸l̶o̵u̸d̷s̴

̵D̷r̷e̷a̶m̶s̶ ̷a̵h̴e̸a̷d̸

̷E̷v̵e̴r̷y̷ ̸d̸a̴y̸

̴A̵ ̸s̴t̵o̶r̴y̸'̶s̶ ̸s̵p̸r̴e̵a̶d̶

Come what may

We won't dread

Time slips by

Don't look back

On this road

We stay on track

Bruised and battered

We won't crack

We move forward

That's a fact

Chasing sunsets

Hearts on fire

Never stopping

We aspire

All we want

All we desire

Chasing sunsets

Flyin' higher

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