a artstation of "Break Like The Wind" We are the children who grew too fast We are the dust of a future past We raise our voices in the night Crying to heaven And will our voices be heard Or will they break like the wind? (…) Hey! We are the guests who have stayed too long We are the end of the endless song We send our hearts into the night Soaring to heaven And will out hearts still beat on Or will they break like the wind
prompted by a PromptFlow user about 2 years ago