the kind of man that i once was,
i'm no longer used to being…
for this bridge that i must cross,
don't let pass, that kind of me…
let the bygones be forgotten,
another day the sun will see…
i shed my skin for this now,
true to the very bone try to be…
i've burned my wings with fire,
fallen prey to my self you see…
but if that keep me from the sky,
you don't, what i do believe...
when the light does fade away,
i could find my shelter in the dark…
at the break of mornings dawn,
fight the sun with my own spark…
cause they said to me once,
that life will not happen twice...
so here's to day, and to night,
for who i am, virtue or vice…
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