Passed down through the years, hand me
downs wear thin
like a story stemmed from a bad
translation. The words
highlight on the screen. We have to
feel them to sing what they mean.
The timid wait till tomorrow to
transcend.
To conquer right now,
we're all born at the same time, living
stories that seem strange.
Bridge that generation gap after
certainty of greener pastures
fails to bring brighter futures. You
are the audience and the entertainment.
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