| It’s the dead of night and all I can hear
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| Is the crackling sound of my thoughts burning
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| Like ancient coals on the furnace of my mind
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| Not a path in sight, just a turning wheel
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| Of the muffled chatter that has me
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| Caught, running, treading in my soul
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| And I seek, hoping to find
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| Yet, I wrestle with someone, a worthy opponent indeed
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| Weighed, measured, and matched to perfection, with every ounce of my strength
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| Proven on the battlefield, she spots the scars of all the fights she’s won
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| Slowly, in the flickering light, of the flaming heat of my palms
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| I can see hr silhouette and hear hr sounding march
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| Oh, how I fought her in the dark, so many faceless blows
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| And now, I feel my trembling heart anticipate the rapidly coming vision of her
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| face
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| «Who is this fearless warrior that just won’t let go?» |
| I ask myself as
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| Step by step, she enters into the realm of my sight
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| Then, suddenly, like lumineers, I now can see the face that I’d feared for so
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| long
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| As the rays of fire shine golden unto her emerging brow
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| I know somehow, I sensed familiar questions in my wake
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| The fierce opponent I’d called, she appeared in stunning glow
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| And as she smiled I began to know, what all this time I’d failed to see
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| The valiant warrior enemy, was no one else, but me |