Locked pheonix
Where did i come from?
Im stuck here pattroling bars
To feel the dying breeze
Though I've never seen the stars
I fight the hands that feeds me
To be, to live, to thrive
A borderline, a broken bridge
To exist or to survive?
To fight what I yearn for,
Something I could never do
I lack the strength, no mind and yet
I still look up to you
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