Shuttershy

Forests called my mind
Where thoughts entwine
A tangled mess of branches
A twisted vine

Cutting down streets
Like concrete weeds
A shallow grave is where I'm supposed to be

But I scaled these heights
Reached the peak
Now I'm shedding
All life's dreams

Cutting down streets
Like concrete weeds
A shallow grave is where I'm supposed to be

No eye in the storm
It's an endless sky
You're not sticking through
These troubled times

You're not sticking through
These troubled times
You're not sticking through
These troubled times



Credits
Writer(s): Braden Spears
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