| Today, I am a different man, yesterday was meaningless
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| I once saw with the sight of a God
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| And I hear the voices pray
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| My dreams were reality, even the darkest of all cast aside
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| It reaches out to grab my throat
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| And squeeze the breath from me
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| To show me sights of days to come
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| And nights of restlessness
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| In a good man’s heart, a gift this would truly be
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| But left in my hands
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| Lies a cold bitter fear
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| So I awake with a newfound friend
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| Who begs me to play
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| Who taunts one tired eye
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| And I shudder to think of what I’ve become
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| As my journey has ended, to capture my ease
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| My pride has returned
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| And life is anew
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| Accepting my fate
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| And remembrance of what I saw, of what I lived
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| Sleep
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| With closed eyes, I dream of your return and in the darkness
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| I again see a light
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| A perfect glow of aura blue
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| With open arms I greet my old friend |