We’re getting older every year
Getting weaker as we grow
Planting grudge and the bluest fear
What’s coming tomorrow we never know
As we hear the cries penetrating our ears
Mercy for the stranger they’re begged for to show
Some laugh carelessly some may shed a tear
Not knowing what we’re truly striving for
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For the life that tastes slightly sweet and strongly sour
To fight against the demon that started to lead
Taking out our hearts and desperately devour
The part left from us to honor the soul’s need
No time to hold back this is the hour
Because a flower wouldn’t grow without a seed