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Dreamer, it is time, For you to draw your sword again. Long enough has it rusted – Laid unused – As you slept in your prison of fear. Wake up now! It is time for your dreams, To come true. Those walls are only as thick, As you let them be; They only hold strong, As long as you fear them. Now tell me you still have courage, Tell me you still believe, Because if you do, Then tell me you won’t let yourself, Suffer in here any longer; You were not meant to die, In this prison of fear. So go! Break free! Fly! Draw your sword and finally, Leave those ***** walls behind...
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
Prison of Fear
Dreamer, it is time, For you to draw your sword again. Long enough has it rusted – Laid unused – As you slept in your prison of fear. Wake up now! It is time for your dreams, To come true. Those walls are only as thick, As you let them be; They only hold strong, As long as you fear them. Now tell me you still have courage, Tell me you still believe, Because if you do, Then tell me you won’t let yourself, Suffer in here any longer; You were not meant to die, In this prison of fear. So go! Break free! Fly! Draw your sword and finally, Leave those ***** walls behind...
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
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