I invite you, my friend
To come along with me
I see your scars.
You can't hide this anymore.
Bring your blades,
We'll go for a walk.
It'll take your strength
The kind I know you've got.
We'll walk down the railroad
Until we see the drop
A creek flows below our feet
Much too far to reach.
You don't need that metal friend,
Look around, you've got pals
Who breathe air
Whose souls abound
So, we'll dropp your weapon
There's no need for him here
We'll fight a new battle
A new friend's hand we will hold
I invite you my friend,
To come along with me.
I see your scars.
There's no need to hide this anymore.
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