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Jan 2010
there's a battle going on with in
every one knows what i mean
it's a battle that goes unseen
its a battle we all can win

revolt from your wicked ways my son
your path has yet been carved
you will never have to run
this is the last crusade

said the mother to her son
life is to short to waste
no more running
no more sorrow

look to the sky for your insipration
look to the ground for your hope
look to the sea to catch your tears in a time of need
feel for the wind for that is  my loving embrace
Written by
chris miller
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