...I always had a problem with
Admitting what is and what is not
Although it is said that one must give
Recieving the truth, I cannot
Do whatever it takes to grant your desire
And also I shall satisfy my own
And on the wings of faith we ride higher and higher
And pray to heathen, that we shall be known
To all mankind we seem like the grain
Of the tree on the country long gone
And as we try to disguise the pain
The past shall turn the feelings on
The mind and on the simple soul
Constantly at war with the silent heart
Who speaks so much she achieves her goal
And from this point onwards we return to the start
Of anything we deem to be new
Is simply a lie told again
And if we wish to be happy too
We must simply remember when...
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