Feelings, this feelings
Gets me and gets us all
From where and when you come
I am dead and I am born

I tried so hard, sometimes to be me
As I was being someone for someone
I hated that, why did I do what I’ve done
I’m pure but what is this touch
Is it why, I always run

If you know, you can get sick
Why is that you love to leave, the home
You cannot heal from the foreign field
It’s too far to remember, who you are
If your not the son to recall

Do not depend on the man who you see
He himself cannot see his own back but front
Tomorrow may rise but again fall
Take a step and let the darkness consume all

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