Rust...

Old yellow bricks,
Ancient buildings,
Illusionistic tricks,
She cannot spread her wings...

Preserved in a box,
Ancient love letters,
Each step behind she walks,
The ancient Pyramids of Giza are so much better...

She caresses her locks,
Red as blood,
On the church door she knocks,
Did those pieces of paper really bear love?

Don't we all fight against the clock?
Tainted hearts,
As buildings rise they also fall,
With blood did she part?

We all want our blood to be warmer,
Can't time be preserved like a rose in a book?
Wouldn't we love to be stronger?
At the vivid world she looks...

Around the world,
Within the spiral galaxy,
What about her?
Will she be set free?

Stop traveling through time,
The present doesn't need to be preserved,
Not one more tear in her eye,
No more empty words...

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