The End
Here I am I’ve reached it My dream, My fear Happiness strong Anger near Where am I, Who am I I’ve climbed the highest steeple Still I battle between good and evil This can’t be it, this can’t be right Giving up on the twinkle of light Going to lay down, I am not giving up For me and my angel shall fly like a dove Leaving behind all that I love Darkness greatens, closing the curtains You were my love, that I am certain
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