Crossover
I see the light I see the tunnel
I fight with might precise
Flash backs and advice
I hear a familiar voice
Leaves me with no choice
Poise on my posture
Back boned chilled of a sixth sense
Book of life show me what I have done
Holder of keepers can you show me the gates
A colorful display a scene of the ages
To be gone like the wind
To become with one
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