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Lonely, watching the hours passing by
I find myself wondering why
Everything could be as it was before
When I chased for the other door
My first love that I tried to regain
First time that I learned to fight
My first cold from playing in the rain
And the first fear from the night
When a kiss was just a miss
And there were no moments to be pleased
From the sand, a wall was made
And everything went the same
But now it is gone
And I can’t knock at the other door
Heaven cries as I am just one
And if in my hands weren’t strong
I would live no more
My first smile with a loose of a gain
First time that I had my own bright
My first tear that I drooped in vain
And the first game from a knight
My memories go faster than the light
Caught them in the mystery
I am alive to restart from one sight
To be richer in the misery
But now it is gone
And I can’t knock at the other door
Heaven cries as I am just one
And if in my hands weren’t strong
I would live no more
Do I really have to go this way?
Why do we need to pray?
Part of me dies every single day
With nothing else to say
My first look at the sky
First time that I enjoyed breathing
My first friend without asking why
And the first moment that I was living
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