Storm is arising it's breath slashing my face The curtain is down and the sun reflects on my blade Many paths to tread and my curious spirit is seeking fame There's no home for lying
There's a book I'm writing “Infamous acts of a pride man” See the fallen changing glory for phobia
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And the memories of my kind Are including me at last I desire to be a righteous soul
Enjoying the silence, facing the horizon Gripping my soul while cursing those clouds Enjoying… Enjoying… Wrong place and wrong time Sand storm surrounds me In my time of dying.