LIKE a demon's sleep, i could rest myself
being a bird to fly for the heavens sake,
i could flow the world like river itself,
holding my breath upon the forsaken breeze of faith,
i could let my hope awake.....
like a blind sees, i could feel the world myself
being a shadow to follow, where the truth take
i could create the heaven like the god himself
feeling the clusters of soul in nothingness,
i could let the cold of pain awake....
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