'Torn-between' will be a soft state
when you are lost in this abyss so dark.
Left is the deep ravine, my duites,
right is the mount, the man I should be.
Ahead is my future, shrouded in mist;
behind me I drag the load, my past.
I cross this abyss, swept by chills;
every single day I do.
I stand tall, a pile of rock,
every single day I do.
But please tell me Where I turn for that valley green,
with honey, dew and sleep at last.
I find life here and there,
spots where I could let myself go,
jump with joy and cry too,
swimming the rivers of love and care.
Lost I would remain there,
but fate hits me, hits me again.
Oasis they are and they never last,
soon vanish like a desert mirage,
leaving me alone, in a desolate place,
why can't it stay why it has to change.
It's just a wish to to be a kid,
to run wild in those golden fields.
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