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It's not that I don't like what I see
Or the person
I have come to be
It's not that my current can no longer run
But this is my last chance, and second to none
It's
not that this path isn't smothered in gold
And the crossroads grow vibrant as each morning fold
There's a killer awaiting
a darkness that stays
Holding the trigger and counting the days
I'm sure this is right, and I'll like it this way
But as the daybreak grows closer, I know I can't stay
Tired and still, will the rivers yet run?
And the crossroads
grow vibrant, surrounded in sun
This is just fine, really what I had dreamed
With how things have been, and how things
have seemed
Under influence of light, we race in the dark
Rising and spinning as embers and sparks
It's just who
we are, and what we can be
When our crossroads are many, we'll know we are free.
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