Puissance Brittle
Staring at the sky as if for the first time
Nothing's like I thought anymore
Holding my breath as long as I can
Terrified what if I let go.
So I reach deep inside and try once again.
To rise and get back on my feet
But find myself falling right back down
Beat down by a fear I don't know.
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I hope and pray to be taken away
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Try to face my innermost but somehow it seems
It's always right behind me as I turn
Tragic as I wallow in self pity and unrest (?)
This world is brittle and so am I
One last try to break more chains
To rid myself of all the pain I caused
Brush away from all by the power of truth
There can't be many others left behind
This time I rise, my mind is set
I walk steadfast towards the sun
Clenching my fist I dare not look back
Tomorrow [...] soul left to find
