The higher we rise, the more we are taken down
I do burn everyday, I do cry every night
I hold on to my expectations
Where I do know I'll have to let it go.

They want me broken,
But I know many wants me to be better.
The ones who wants to devour my ambitions
They forget they give me another spark.

The sparks grow up to Flame
In the midnight, when I am all alone in darkness,
The Flame guides me to rise higher.

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