Sometimes
Sometimes we need the love
Sometimes we feel the hate
But all the time we need something we do not have
Life falls in halves
Many path with many patterns
We need to stroll
Hearts know no rest
for we live in a rush
Death is the pest
We are a field for the feast
Our drive is to find peace
We blew up the beast in the end
So we can see the evil is airborne
Sometimes we need to take time
To reach out our hands
For destiny is a bird
Just stick to your guns
Kill a few dreams in the process
Water-spilled but we thirst
It is worth it in the end
Life is a unique field
Full of different people
Everytime it will look complex
Let us try to understand
For we only live sometimes
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