There is rage, rage inside,
Dividing me in between,
The path is not so illuminated, but,
Fear shall not my dear boy, for,
The night reminds us of the coming,
A day full of light kindled,
Hope there is, yet to be bound,
But there is none, who,
Could break the ticks of time,
Come, come with me at once,
For the fear shall not enslave us,
Run, run towards it without terror,
Thousandfold reflections you may see,
Like on the mirror of destiny,
Who will know what of it becomes,
If you didn't take the leap of faith?
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
There is rage, rage inside,
Dividing me in between,
The path is not so illuminated, but,
Fear shall not my dear boy, for,
The night reminds us of the coming,
A day full of light kindled,
Hope there is, yet to be bound,
But there is none, who,
Could break the ticks of time,
Come, come with me at once,
For the fear shall not enslave us,
Run, run towards it without terror,
Thousandfold reflections you may see,
Like on the mirror of destiny,
Who will know what of it becomes,
If you didn't take the leap of faith?
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