Driven
Waking of breezes looks and please
More held of the capture then the disaster
Wounds open of salt of lick of hard wound
Headache and vomit left to sneeze would you say please
Letters of a count it of a man head that spell out the last of good means
If one is to lay if one is to raise a flag what hold capture
Heroes are made out stone and if villains are real who cast for a kill
Look among the stars and look for tear victory was won out of a hill
To decoration counterfeit to the news good
Is good will is worth a lost of a child
Or faith to a tear last most want battery for success oh how we used
The driven from a place that lost good hope to post for a good meal
Who is truly driven.
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