Living alone through that everest shivering long cold
That's nothing matter else
What are you thinking about your passing away ?
It's all for a wish
A wish is born by your years of eight
When you're still young & childish
Traveling means not you might go everywhere alone
That's not all fuzzy or misty
That will be no troubles or mud
Do you ever call for you God ?
All for the folk's forgiveness
Forgiving is what you really gotta kill
As blood dried on your hands
Imagine how you try to kill a many by your hands
Of eight years old palmlines
I can't believe you, I think you've lied
How the blood would flow....
How the waterfall gathers to another a dead lake ?

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