Lola & Summer

My rhythm my cry my reason till I die, the gravel my soles the mountains that grow, I stand before them I see them get bigger, i climb harder with a back pack of reason.  The clouds and the thunder and rain that pours on my troubles, I refuse to give in to the weakness I hustle.  A constant reminder that it will never be easy, would not have any other way because when my time comes they wont believe it. I hang on tight on this roller coaster ride, with my hands up high. Lola and Summer I believe I believe...I believe I could fly and for you I will try till I die... my rhythm my cry.

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