Life is not perfect
its stained and bruised
Life is not Free
Its faught for every scarr
Life is not easy,
its worth Fighting for
I have felt the pain
felt it fall to earth like rain
hated everything, without meaning
Especially my own reflextion
I was shadowed in darkness
lost in the nothingness
forever helpless
and perhaps even souless
Then i found new reasons,
new rhymes for the seasons
different causes, different schemes
now im a different me
I feel so free
and a little more joyous,
i can finally sing
I am now The Chorus
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