The Soul Who Has No Name
The soul who has no name, cries out for all who remain.
Destiny calls out into the skies, the soul who has no name could never die.
And as this man walks alone, into a street of faces he has never known,
Upon this day he has arrived, to make it through the other side.
This road he travels goes on and on, he does not know where he belongs.
He travels on eternally, leaving his footprints by the sea.
And time itself shall reveal, the feelings that he tries to conceal.
Searching for the truth itself, like an open book lying on the shelf.
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