Be the pride you were meant to be… And watch every defeat fall beneath…
Climb up the meagrely pile,
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Left behind the roots,
Spreading like wings out to take flight, left behind a heaven for me to feel alive…
In every fight you have to fight,
What more can I ask than to wear the scars thrown at you...
Weight of a feather,
When she saw them as mountains, when she blew them as dust…
A beacon promised to never quench,
Watch me in your darkest days, your answer is already there. It has always been…
In the quite noise,
Touched by abyss, for the fallen have rose
A different phase of stand still, Nonexistent
A nonexistent state of reality…
Unburnt through fire,
Burnt to be set free only to be restrained by shackles of ice…
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