Broken World
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In the wind of despair,
my soul flies free.
Forever lost in the pit,
a maze becomes my heart.
He is God.
He is God
not Michael or John
But he is God
The only one
He is God
Of all nations and all races
Yes he is Lord
And Creator of all places
When I was little I looked in the mirror
In the mirror I was holding a teddy bear
In the mirror I smiled brightly
This was when I was five
When I was a bit older I looked in the mirror
I declare a war, that has been necessary since the beginning of time,
a war that has been put on hold for far too long.
A war that is without physical and seeable death,
but full of pain and sorrow.
