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In this world I have no role
All my life I lived alone And when words just make no sense Only hope alone remains. Hope is the one that sparks inside Is the power of our dreams And when hope shines no more Dreams will crash upon your soul How to heal a broken soul? There's no cure inside of us Only angels will bring hope To a broken soul or hearth. And I waited for an angel But my time was lost in vain Now was only one last step To the death that need to take. Oh the wind that rubs my skin Was so soft and so divine Here up here I stand alone Who would love a broken soul? And the sky began to cry All those eyes were watching me They are seeing what I don't Lost like time is lost my soul. That's why angels have no fear Their hope will not disappear They have wings to never fall I lost mine I lost it all. Darknike
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