One by one, my triumph is
taken
Far away and out of sightSlow and steady I am broken
Not a drop left of the will to fight
On what ground do you think
you stand?
On which soil did you bloom
and grow?How long will you continue to pretend?
You shut everything out as if you don’t know?
What is there left for us?
That binds us together?How can we hold on to make it last?
Will we ever make it
forever?
Fear is no more a word I
understand
Lost its actual meaning
long agoReplaced by faith as I make my stand
Childishly believing that I am still the Hero
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