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We live to die
We die to live
We always take
And never give

Resources we drain
Whether materials or emotions
We give back with bitterness
And we take with devotion

The rain season is over
Alas this well is dry
A burning summer is getting closer
A prophecy a promise not an empty lie

The age of steel have come
After I’ve laid down my sword
Such a weakened flesh
Not welcomed on board

There goes my legacy
There goes my moment of fame
No wealth no glory
Nor a son to carry my name

Dear crow my wise friend
I am fine I am fine
Show me which path is right
Or just pour me a glass of wine

The flesh is weak
And the soul is not willing
Still trapped in what we can’t speak
Just Dwelling and dwelling

Used to sing this song
What doesn’t kill me, only make me stronger
Now I know that I was wrong
And can’t sing no longer

Self-pity is a shame
Yet what else to do
Tried patience and false pride
What a horrible brew

Was raised to stay strong
And To always stand up and rise
Now I am on a bended knee
Betrayed by my tearing eyes

You are what u drink
And I am strong and pure
Port, Cognac or whiskey
What a poisonous cure

Dear fate how I wish
That I know your plan
Wouldn’t have cared so much
Would have been a different man

My burdens are heavy and my age is showing
My strength and my hopes are fading within
Yet my patience my insight my wisdom are growing
So I will just move on and I won’t give in
©FAT 2014