Seahorse
Like a father
I am security
I don't bother
I just survive
I must suffer
For this world
I must carry on
For my girl
To survive...
I take the blows
Life won't give in
Why should I?
Will I ever win?
Who the hell knows?
I won't give up
Just one more blow
That's the stuff
All the struggles
All the hate
It's a lifetime
It was fate
It is sacred
It is scary
I must make it
I must carry
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