| Yes This Is My Broken Shield |
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| Dusty soiled ground. |
| No Salvation found |
| Never the less a doubtful right is always wrong |
| Tired hollow sounds. |
| From this worn out crown |
| Will never leave marks not even scars on their souls |
| Cracks may never be sealed again |
| Wounds may never heal again |
| In fields of shadows you’re the flickering light |
| That keeps me walking towards what’s right |
| And like the astronaut scared to fly |
| I sometimes wonder… is it all a lie? |
| Cracks may never be sealed again |
| Wounds may never heal again |
| Never be the same again |
