To deliver the light in pain.
That's a shame.
To believe
a life can be lived in vain.
It's a shame...
Nothing to expect, just to pretend.
Maybe I don't know
If I should change.
There's an empty nest
of broken glass and nails.
There's an eagle flying high
flying in pain.
The dust scratches my face.
A.
The dust scratches my face.
A.
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