A Quiet Sun
All seems desert, but not all is lost
Hating is inviting but love is the conqueror
You will bow or rise but never to stand still
shall I bring about my true self in the midst of chaos
Ô lost child, what wasn't taught that you didn't learn
Lessons and decisions are the great equation to solve
You did not invite the devil to save you but to redeem you
I will not stand against the soldiers of light
If you do not hand me the sword of your plight.
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