Beyond the rays of the sun
behind the shadows of the moon
in all the ferries of your gloom
lies the angel that calls you son
Through the mud that pull u down
drowning you in her slick sand
lies the strong and helping hand
destined there to sooth your frown
Every volume of the past
smeared with darkness and your fart
wont escape your very heart
for within your fate is cast
on the strain that make you slip
there within you find your feet
in the guts to face defeat
lies the bed to bear your sleep
At the tip of vicious cane
when we loose our every tears
then we find how friendly, fears
in that pain your aiding sane.
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