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I fear, that our nature's the same, reflects, only four shades of grey
Will you blossom close to me so I can breathe?
And what, what if we sank and let rot, and give, one last chance to these grey hordes
Those hordes that sing the dirge of the dead spring of ours, And lay us down
Ten steps of mine, seem only one to you proud as you should.
At least I can move on, with this weight on my tireless back,
(those notes in my mind) For so long
And my own soul, roars and sings inside my fists, treats and serves our will
With time I saw, that my own needs weight more, far more than my dreams
And I was thrilled to death that I could barely stand, I can barely stand
And my own soul roars and sings inside my fists, treats and serves our will
My eyes don't burn like they used to do, but I saw more than I could
I saw our quivering steps that prove it's all down to a warm luring tune
My ears hear more than they used to grasp, the roars that tear down our hands
Depression offered to carry us, the weight was lost from our backs
But, but I need this more, more than I could think.
And lay us down.