I wondered why you listened when I philosophized about stars, ashes, and the capitol building where a would-be statesman might be if he hadn't first run away with music.
Even after I was back here, walking with you along this street you call home, our lives never dwindled into an epilogue of predictability and too many nights in on the couch.
And all the answers came when you held my hand beneath those stars and blew away the ashes of my mistakes, showing me that we are building according to a greater design as we run to the music that carried us here.
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