I lived
The hindrance shall be my beacon
My will shall be the endless skies
I lived because it's simply living
My scars are the root of truth beyond the lies
My existence is the rising sun
My urges will be the sunset
I'm a living legacy, the colorful son
I'm the image of the unrest
My sight is the endless horizon
I'll craft the beauty and hatred into soothing sensation
I...I...I lived
I lived for that moment
With the worlds burden, I swear I lived
I lived
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