New home

I’m leaving, I’m moving, I’m flying away
I’ll be sad ‘til the end of the day
Money and hopes for a brighter future
At least, my saviour can be the nurture
Shovels to dig, I won’t taste the ground
Diamonds mean luck, I hear the sound

Inner sickness, a pill isn’t enough for a soul
Honey in the music, tears drop for a goal
Hard working everyday, I won’t stop
For Christmas I’ll empty the shop

Stories before the sleep at first
My mind is loud and it will burst
Tomorrow brings new beginnings
My books come with old feelings
The intuition says I’m gonna be fine
I believe in my powers, I can be divine


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