Everytime i am pushed back
Everytime i am pulled back
But still i strike back
The race of life is a dark one
With no light, even a streak, none
But still eevrytime, i'm back as one
I walk alone, on this empty road
Filled with sand and dirt
Towards the terra, By your word
Still i lag behind
But i'll strike back
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