and we call it homeA world of glass, So breakable. A world of stone, Unwakable. A world united, But even more divided. With our flimsy lives, So shakable.and we call it home
MistThere's mist ahead The path, it bends The road ahead Mayhap descends I walk this path These cobblestonesMist
But for once I don't walk alone
I've always turned back When I got to the gate Sometimes looked ahead Always decided to wait I've stayed in the light Felt safe with the day On streets that go straight Signs pointing each way
But now, I run I dance, I skip Leaving to chance Whether I trip
Start?
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When the light at the end of the tunnel goes out, only darkness can lead you to salvation.
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