Rough, Rigid Plains
When does a good soul turn bad?
When does a happy face turn sad?
The new day is here, and still not glad?
What happened to your peace?
Why has that also deceased?
No need to rest in the west
Because your joy is still dead in the east
North Star is not far
To steer clear or the South Pole
Where hell is frozen over
One million degrees below
Transcend the path of necessary obstacles
Navigate through tough terrain
To make an honest living
In rough and rigid plains
Don't worry if it's not your estimated route
That is not what your plan should be about
If you erase that rain drought
There will no longer be a burden of doubt
Casting over the treacherous clout
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