Someone, Somewhere — Dikta

The page isn?t blank anymore And it?s corners are bent It?s turned from bright white to yellow But it?s readable still

Someone, somewhere Someone was made for you

Someone, somewhere Someone believes in you But maybe they?re dead

Here, at the end of all things our packed bags have no use All that We Brought to this place Had been dragging us down

But the mountains have moved And the earth has stopped spinning The river ran deep But now it?s half-empty

You are you own saviour