Attack 77 Miscellaneous I climb
Very calmly the hill of life
I never believe in the top or in glory
That is a great ghost
Created by generations, it will pass
Stuck on the threshold of life.
Reality sleeps alone in a funeral
And walks sadly through the dream of the best.
Reality dances alone in lies
And In a pocket he has love and joy.
A God of fantasy, war and poetry
I have everything to see and believe
To ignore or want
And many times I find myself lonely
Crying on the threshold of life
I am looking for a foothold in the upside down world
I am looking for a good friend
So that they don't catch me one day
Fearing find her dead to life.

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