At this hour of need
Heart knows how
to be Discrete
Fighting for thousand years
Or 30 seconds of fame
A loosing battle all the same
When the reason you fight for
Is diminished
into just a wish
You become lonely again
My guide herself, got lost in rain
The reason, you fight against and for
Dont Stop now
God speed achived
Surge ahead
With what you believed
I fight still, will go on
Until our fight is won
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