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Breaking Away
It’s not too late for me to turn back And run the other direction Like hell on wheels I’ll still be swerving from side to side A great fire that has been burning within me I cannot resist the urge to spread my ways I am almost like a disease Laying waste to those who deny what they cannot see I, like a phantom, am Weaving in and out of the darkness Only to find still I am alone The shadow lands have been my home For so long I cannot bear to remember the start The darkness has been consuming me For so long it has taken all but my heart Within that fire where that is burning I dare anyone to extinguish the blaze You will fall, trance, in a haze And fail like all those before you It’s not that I cannot be beaten I just cannot be broken I cannot be disemboweled By the hands of ignorance and the breed of hate I won’t call myself a survivor Because I have died many before I won’t call myself a martyr Because…I have died for nothing …but isn’t that a calling in itself? I know I have been placed on this rock for a reason Whether it be called revolution or treason I will do what I must And use the fire from within to fuel the passions in my heart and soul My mission is unknown to me But I know it is important My knowledge isn’t in vein But why do I know what I do And not know what to do with it …that is a curse all in its own So should I be the one to stray from the beaten path Tha thas consumed so so many before me And create, break through the norm? Because so many would fight to keep the same, than to evolve… So here I stand at my crossroads Standing in the unknown Facing the unknown To venture into the unknown But I know in the depths of my soul, That fire, burning passion will unlock the locked doors Bring light to the utter absence of light in the void of the unknown Because deep inside…we are all a little unknown to your own self Use it And break away
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