| Life is to fight
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| free of any fear
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| never wanting to look back
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| until victory’s clearly held.
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| Tough and rough I’ll wield
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| as a spear, the use of reason
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| as a shield, human condition
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| as a rock I will arise!!!
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| I will not fall… I will never be humiliated by pain
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| sculptures are born from the hard and cold stone
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| with a hammer and a chisel I won’t stop.
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| Listen to me time…
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| There isn’t written an end.
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| Fear, surrender!
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| My soul will still be free.
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| Cold and colourless lady
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| seeks and fights for her being
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| from the shadows she’s reborn
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| as the glare of the moon.
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| Today my anger is a gale,
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| my way, a damned path.
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| My partner is my heart.
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| My footsteps, a hurricane.
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| If I have to fall… I will not give up, I will arise
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| Honour will imprison me, in the tower of my pride
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| and crushed in its rubble I will die.
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| Listen to me time…
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| There isn’t written an end.
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| Fear, surrender!
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| My soul will still be free. |