when the winds blow strong to keep you in your place
when the world screams you can't in your face
you start loosing your strengh
when freinds despite the wellness push you back
despite it, despite the disparation of the light
despite the invasion of these feeling too black
stand high, pull your head up and stand up high
don't let it do it, you it might crack
there is no place for the good hearts in here
no place for theme around cruel sharks
deception
always followed by disparition
but always for better
their left make life even sweeter
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