A long and twisted way
Corrupted faith in tears
Blinding the view away
Holy saint with two fates in hand
Suddenly I decided to take what's mine
Torturating pain, I'll breathe again
I pray for my words and eyes
Straight to you
Running straight to you
What made fantasy undo
I'm not afraid of you
I'm just
Moving on, moving along
I may never see the sun
But I'm just
Moving on, moving along
Carrying on
Holy angel with four wings
We're flying free since then
Old season winds of a cold spring
High hopes until I leave them
Straight to me
Running straight to me
A continual sea
I'm not afraid of me
And in a tide of remembering
So sick of swimming in vain
In an ultimate memory
I'm not afraid of pain
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