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What a waste of a lifetime to learn from the echoes a language,
What a waste of a night just to wait for the thunder to stop,
What a waste of a climb to look down on the world in its ashes,
What a waste of a climb not to step from the edge of the top…
What a waste of good love not to let it destroy all that matters,
What a waste of great freedom to crave never daring to take,
What a waste of a verse if it never becomes someone’s letter,
What a waste of good music to keep it in tunes never played.
What a waste of a storm that you run from, yet never find shelter,
What a waste of a sea not to drawn in, when painting the waves!
What a waste of a soul not to trade it for something that matters,
What a waste of a heart when it only becomes someone’s grave.