Take my hand, just to stand again
Broke myself, just to feel the pain
Finding words, nothing real yet
Shadows walk in line with you and I
Hoping we can show them the light again
Can we find ourselves and fight another way?
Or are we made to decay?
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
Take my hand, just to stand again
Broke myself, just to feel the pain
Finding words, nothing real yet
Shadows walk in line with you and I
Hoping we can show them the light again
Can we find ourselves and fight another way?
Or are we made to decay?
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