| I’ve walked the holy grounds of justice
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| For too long now, I assume
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| I cleared the paths for those too weak
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| And walked blind into my doom
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| The time has come to change the sight
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| To find a new perspective
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| To search the world for inner peace
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| Leave shelters, so protective
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| But in the end it all stays the same
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| No changes made, no lessons learned
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| Seasons change as time goes by
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| When tears are cried, they always dry
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| A change be made, to understand
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| That I will find my promised land
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| I cared too much for people’s thoughts
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| And forgot about my own
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| If I’d continue to suit their needs
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| I’d loose the treasure that I own
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| My powers focused, they shall be
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| To treat my treasure properly
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| To conserve its beauty, and its love
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| And never threat our unity |