| Walking through a desert of dead emotions
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| Glancing to the left and to the right
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| Nothing’s visible except desolation
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| Shining bones indicate what has been
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| Devoid of any human feeling
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| Nothing proves if I’m still alive or already dead
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| Like a frozen lake, neither hills nor dales
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| Monotony is all I experience
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| In my mental solitude I ignore any help
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| All of a sudden my soul was slightly touched
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| Unexpected as I was I withdrew — for a moment
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| But curiosity couldn’t be ignored
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| This little light came into my dull life
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| Somebody had broken my internal isolation
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| An isolation which came too slowly to be realized
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| Inside my emptiness
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| A shocking stream of pain penetrated me
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| Brutal and merciless the truth, obviously
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| Inside my emptiness
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| Squirming like a worm, blasting like a storm
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| But at the end
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| Gratefulness is what I know feel
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| You are responsible — can you see
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| My life has changed — no more fear
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| No more fear
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| This little light grew and with it my emotions
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| I couldn’t avoid, I wouldn’t avoid
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| Like a mirror it has shown me my inner self
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| A view that went deep — beneath my skin
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| I was touched to tears — impossible
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| My isolated and protected soul — torn apart |