I learnt to survive,
on my own and alone—
You don't know,
what I've inside,
For I carry death in one hand,
and fire in another—
But I've a light in my heart,
that drives the courage for life.
There's a hope,
like a clean slate,
Accept what it is,
There ain't any escape—
But I'm willing to face the adversary,
for the salvation I've inside—
If I call your name,
will you send me an angel,
for I'm filled with rage.
If you choose to kill him,
you've to kill me too,
and there's a sorrow in you,
as well as in me—
The guns blaze,
As wisdom deserves wrath:
The iron cast on my chest,
my armour is strong enough,
and my arrow is sharp enough—
I do it,
without any clan,
As I follow my heart.
Gabriel preaching faith and fate,
Michael fighting for a cause,
and devil mocking on all—
But I walk in rain,
with God.
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