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A forever mysteryA forgotten taleOf incredible painIn your heartLike a nail.
A forever mysteryA forgotten taleOf incredible painIn your heartLike a nail.
Nonsense!I tell my childrenI tell myselfI ask my wifeI say –Was I right?
Sometime spiteCome what mightTries to retrainThe pain that remainsBy welcomingA timeless fight.
The challenge of manIn the face of true changeIs to resurrect inner hopeIn the face of God’s pain.
The tiniestFlickerOf loveWithin hatredIs enoughTo keep that hopeAliveAnd forever sacred.
The silence of manIn the face of true painIs the measure of humanityIn your race to be sane.
Nonsense, I sayI will notStay awayI will waitI won’t hateAnd always neverBe OK. Nonsense, says IFrom farFar up highI will chooseNot to loseAnd always neverSay I tried.
Taking great chancesTalking down and roundTactically revokingGod’s almighty sound.
Jumping aroundIn and out of timeMoving ever fasterTo the shine of a starAligned.
Timeline changesIn fractions of degreesAre never really noticedUntil your conscious self agrees.