The horizon calls it the end
Of an era
What will the clouds say?
Cause inside my head they’re still grey
Can’t believe it’s come to this day
I tried to be the boy that couldn’t be moved
Now you’ve cut the strings
And I’ve been let loose
Oh god, now it’s all mine to choose
But I’m all alone
Wishing I could talk to you
They say go forth and don’t look back
But inside I’m still the boy
Who wouldn’t be moved
©Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August
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