Throw off the
shackels of conformity
Strike your own path
upon this world
Stand on your own to
feet
Fall
A walk though the woods Peaceful, happy, and full of life The birds singing in the trees the rustling of leaves at your feet feel the wind...
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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