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Seasons they come, seasons they go Observing them in their perfect flow Chaning my life as they pass me by Drying my tears, letting them die In the sunrise I am born again In the sunset I die again What will you do when all fails? When you feel like a ship without its sails When desperation fills your mind And the pain makes you blind In my silent truth I scream these words THE HOPE IS LOUD! Never give up Season of faiths perfection Hold on to your good thing Every day theres a new chance To start once again Season of faiths perfection Forgive yourself Let go of the past Be gentle, understand... S-S
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 06:31:52 +0000

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