A godless man
furious all the time
complains about the creation
slightly into depression
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A boy with will to win
Desire to connect
Driven to Adventure
Down the track got injured
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It was hard and bitter
In fact,
harsh feeling for him to remember
Tried enough
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Mountains top
Snows around
Silent and cold
Setting sun
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He finds pieces of her
At every plan ahead
Nor real neither edited
how long will be the existence
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Thousand soul surrounds me a day
It was likely to made connected
Therefore,
my eyes were attracted
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Open your fist
Let the unfelt feel flow
Up there
high in the sky
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Too much sleep
Not Slave
made weak by time and fade
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Drag me to hell
If I come back
be with me
travel long path
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Often,
In fact quite often
I miss those football pitches with black & white goal frames
hostels clock, pillow and the bed
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