Reckless children we were,
Our delusory eyes tracing the non-existent bond,
And we claimed out loud, that we posses the knowledge on what is right or wrong, our heads high beyond the clouds,
Until we realized that today
Comes the storm they warned us about,
when we left the shore.
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