A lot of tears
Which you will shed
And many fears
Under your bed
Lots of invoices
Which you will pay
Until you're ready
To go your way
Until you've found
Your own path
Start live your life
Without have wrath
You see your road
Till now
Was broad
You walked your lane
All day
Was lame
Your street was wide
And you
Was wild
The truth is narrow
See light
Through sorrow
Your darkness
I will not borrow
You'll be alone
With task to find
Inside you, your home
And make some space
So you can lie
Before you're ready
Fly to the sky
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