Horizon
Your luck may actually run out
and you think you've lost the bout.
Then you'd fail to hold your breath
as you begin your long retreat.
You may feel both your feet slipping
on the ground that you’re stepping.
You can’t stop yourself from crying
when your world starts crumbling.
But isn't it rather a great mistake
letting fate get you by the neck?
Hiding inside your lonely cave
is the shortest route to the grave.
Don’t lock up, that’s isolation!
surely to end up in frustration.
Go out, don’t be alone at night,
you need arms to hold you tight.
I hope you'd heed this message
as you play your part on the stage:
Be brave, unload your every woe,
find someone waiting for you.
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