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I'm lying on the moorland

Waiting for a sign

Please someone give me one reason

Which keeps me back from recluse life

When my damaged world will be whole

When promises won't pass into white lies

I'm trying to grab a piece of harmony

Not stayin in agony

Fighting against bitter feelings

Searching the light in me

The motion of the leaves

Dark crackling steps

Showing the lack of honesty

You call this empathy?

Strings that bind

the purpose and reason

Eventually will break apart

this fusion

You look at me watching my smiling face

Does it occur knowing the essence

You see the mask

As pure as dirt

Someone must die

Just because you have been hurt