All alone, enjoying the see breeze,
though inside I'm so absorbed,
because my enemies have me surrounded,
in their hands sharp knives and guns,
ready to see my life cease,
and I know they are ready and commited,
to make my life torture and ruined,
come my shadow, your concern please!
The only one that can prevent,
friends have gone on their way,
truly it's hard to fathorn,
what'll be the destiny at the end point?
because my strength is going away,
please my shadow lift me to move on.
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