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Till My Demise


Till the last moment that I gaze upon the immaculate sun

In those days that I couldn't hold it back

Living in my regrets and wanting to just run

Loathing over it and knowing it is a fact

 

Meaning to and doing are like light compared to day

You can be within the wolves that fight or die within the prey

 

Diligently look for the right moment to be profound

Every time I push a spark begins to ignite

Mighty and just, I am an eagle that flies to the sound

Iam the beholder of my destiny and that is my right

Swaying in the grass the trees spoke my name

Either I use what I'm given or have it taken away just the same

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