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Hey, I'm new here, and I thought I'd share a song I wrote for my English class. Now when I say "a song", I only mean the lyrics. No music behind it.

First song I've ever written, so go easy on me. : )

Not to say constructive criticism isn't welcome, and feel free to give me your interpretations.


Finish Line of Dirt and Marble


Do you remember that spark inside you, just waiting to catch flame? You were going to learn to fly; give the world something to remember.
But nobody had a match, and somewhere along the line you faded.

What does it mean to be free when we breathe just to let it out again?
When we're running out of fuel, but we can't stop racing?
We're heading toward a finish line of dirt and marble.

The silence speaks so loud, but what is it trying to say?
Is this worth fighting for? Tell me what's at stake.
Am I worth fighting for? Am I all that's at stake?

What does it mean to be free when we breathe just to let it out again?
When we're running out of fuel, but we can't stop racing?
We're heading toward a finish line of dirt and marble.

We sell our dreams to a corporate disease for nothing in return but our breath.
Is there no alternative? Something less mundane?
Where is the line drawn between giving up and letting go?
Which side am I on?

What does it mean to be alive when we breathe just to let it out again?
When we're running out of fuel, but we can't stop racing?
We're heading toward a finish line of dirt and marble.