In the dark hands searched
In an emptiness never reached
In a void never touched
Somewhere a faint cry heard
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Hoping tomorrow be a better day
Hoping the same every day
Grow up! that's what they all say
It's not a choice. That's what I say
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Will someone turn on the lights?
Since when has there been an everlasting night?
Maybe,maybe, just maybe
An end to this will be in sight
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Out of love he comes steps into the world
Out of hatred he walks out of the world
Out of grace his soul saved
Out of foolishness his soul again enslaved
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Cursed be the one who brings wrath upon the world
Foolish be the one who brings wrath upon oneself
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