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Don't you hate being blinded by a dreamless truth?
When someone breaks away, the pieces fall on you.
If you wish and you dream it's all so useless and vain,
Life is either black or blue, or turning gray again.
What's the secret to the Eden because I am so lost?
For just a moment of reaching down, down comes that cross.
If it's hateful or its painful, I know it's meant for me,
And by earth I am bound, by wind I am free.
Wouldn't you love to see a day without pain?
To go during sunshine without feeling rain?
Strange people gather round and you don't understand,
How is it they see through the obscurity at hand?
If you wish, by my guest, and haunt that House of Pain,
For the ever-silent hostess when here comes the rain...
The fragile, gentle whispers that speak softly in my ear,
I have you, I'm protected, and naive when you are here.
By faith I am strong and by pain I'll always weep,
If I should linger too long, I'm always getting in too deep.
There is none other like me and by fact, I am alone,
Somehow, I always find my wings are made of stone.
I would invite you to stay to witness another darker side,
But, the time for me has came to forget I ever cried.
By darkness I am always halted and spiritless I pray,
There is nothing to believe and no reason for me to stay.
By the challenge, I am anger, and by rage, I am strong,
I am heartless and merciless until I find I'm alone.
Where's the one I was promised so many years ago?
There are none in the waiting and none mercy would know,
By doubting I have fallen and I'll do it all again,
It's too late to find shelter, when here comes the rain...
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