I am fluid and soft like the melting waters of an iceberg. Melting down, from inside, to out, melting from the ligaments, the joints, the bones, the blood-pressure, feeding paper wipes.
Everything is softening, nothing left to be hard, to lay on, to hold up. Where will this road take? No power left to hold onto, just melting and floating on my back where the waters take me.
All rivers go to the sea... The heart is getting warmer, and the iceberg trickles out of my eyes. Let the summer come, let the change begin - a soft and sweet, melting freedom-fight.
Everything is softening, nothing left to be hard, to lay on, to hold up. Where will this road take? No power left to hold onto, just melting and floating on my back where the waters take me.
All rivers go to the sea... The heart is getting warmer, and the iceberg trickles out of my eyes. Let the summer come, let the change begin - a soft and sweet, melting freedom-fight.
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