We all stare out the window
We know what were looking at
But not what were looking for
It could be the green grass
or the car that pass
That will spark you mind at last
Until you find you're missing key
Life is upon a mystery
The key might unlock one door
But you Must'n forget the very more
You will discover new morals
And see no truth in the everyday quarrels
The only battle witch you shall fight
Will be between you and your own light.
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