| Opportunities are lost
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| In a starving shade of silence
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| And every battle fought
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| Has left me looking back
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| What we obtain through isolation
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| Often leads us deeper into war…
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| So tell me how can I retreat?
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| Some things are worth… fighting for…
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| And how do we justify
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| When actions are conceived in weakness?
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| Is there honor in my heart
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| If I lack the strength to act?
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| And though my hand is trembling
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| And my eyes are wreathed in so much doubt
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| And every instinct shows me fear
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| I stand my ground
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| We have no olifant resounding
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| Nor fortunes here to carry home
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| No epic tale becoming legend
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| Only choices: right and wrong
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| But somewhere in the haze of life I find
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| There is a perfect shining light
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| That each of us must seek to know the truth
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| Of who we really are…
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| So sing a song for Roland
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| And all of those who sacrificed their lives
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| Their colors traded in for…
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| A world of black and white
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| So sing a song for Roland
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| And all of those who fought for what was right
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| You may never understand
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| For whom they died
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| Perhaps they will banish me
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| From the annals of history
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| In the end it matters not
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| We direct our destiny
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| I’ve lived beyond myself, for an instant…
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| And heard echoes in the hearts and faces
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| I will never know…
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| But still I cannot forget |