Every possible change
Everything to hold
Only one little gap
in this 'perfect' world.
With no army
no defence
no courage
that I sense.
Where bravery
has lost
already from itself.
Where strength
has cost
millions of hearts.
And I can’t even
handle mine
that lost its sign,
in spite of the line.
And still I know..
Somewhere in the beginning
was a proof of winning
but didn’t people tell me
winning is not
valuable.
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