The haunting dreams of a smothered past,
Pumps up the heart till it bleeds and torn apart,
Tears and sighs strangling the last ounce of desires,
Making "to fight or to flight" a confronting need in dire.

Days unfolded were sometimes dreary and gloomy,
But a fearless heart was pounding for a sheer light and glory,
Holding the belief that down the narrow end,
A rising sunlight shall peep through the ambiguous and fallen journey.

Yeah, though pains may have crippled our innermost senses,
Dragging ourselves into depression and ridiculous madness,
Keep a firm spirit that can turn life staunch and cozy,
By shielding upon God's love, the undefeated armor so timelessly.



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