Have you ever felt like slipping fast?
In your own space of doubt like that?
Have you ever felt like somethings never last?
But some of them do, you'll either find them
Or they'll find you
Sailing in the undertone of space
Searching for that hidden place
In this dead and darkened desert
Will i be condemened forever?
My heart's filled with neglected emotions
Treasures found in the depths of the oceans
Wrestling against the tides that cause erosion
Oh, some of them do, you'll either break them
Or they'll break you
Reaching far from our sight
Searching for an oasis of light
In these god-forsaken grounds
Will the broken ever be found?
Will our battles ever be won?
Will our anthem ever be sung?
To a bit of hope, im holding on
To the place where i truly belong
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