The eyes of a child
A white hand in my soul
Black ocean, hate and love
And an old fear in my mind
But I must go on
And I need a new star
I need to feel all the strength
Of the history, tonight

Without a dear friend
Without a dream
I’m like a warrior
A warrior without sword
Primary fear, in mind
And on all the skin
I’m feeling all that, now
The primary fear

But I know my dark side
And I know the pain
And the shadow of my madness
Is a friend with a scorner smile

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