Too Early To Be Upset
Too early to be upset
The Sky lies on shoulders still
And Atlas will not regret
to be mighty slave with zeal.
He stands, but the sun is gone
The skyline can’t ever bow
I say to myself “hold on
Nothing is over for now”.
The power of atlas’s real.
The slavery's a Daily Bread
The Sky lies on his shoulders still
And I will not be upset.
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