You’re lost on the floor
With pain rolling the hills
Every uncertainty crosses your path
As we race to the windows door
We’ve played every hill there was
And every hill has gobbled our souls
We stay to feel the warmth
Of the dawn who shall not pass
We begun to fail out attempts
Out attempts for a normal fabrication
Our spirit fills the sky
With every light to begin
Never do we know
Why this land files his time.

 
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