Too many nights, sleepless and cold
Too many times with my fist clenched in my pocket
Too many fires left unlit
Too many things left unfinished
The lines are off, no Look back
On the horizon, there is happiness waiting
One comes, the other goes
Don't look back. wherever the wind turns
So many doubts, so much lost
So many dark dreams born
So many days without a face
Too many walls, too much renunciation

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