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Right now you can't see the end. |
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Stoic in the mids of turmoil. |
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Resigned to shrink away. |
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Content to retreat. |
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Content to hide in your safe place. |
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Protest the loss. |
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And mourn the casualties. |
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Look at the wreckage, |
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And understand what it means. |
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When the walls collapse. |
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your will to fight has been surpassed. |
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You're on your knees again. |
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Sift through the layers. |
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The shattered remains of your broken dreams. |
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The life you once longed for. |
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Face up to devastation. |
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Ignore the urge to hide. |
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Seek revelation. |
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Inspired in all the anguish. |
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Recount the cost. |
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Knowledge through suffering. |
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No easy lessons. |
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Are learned when you cross the valley. |
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Draw out a hard line, |
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You've got to follow the hard line. |
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A marker that shows the way. |
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and through this. |
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Draw out a hard line. |
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A future that can't be seen from |
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where you are. |
