I have been assured all my life
That time heals the wound.
Raison d’être is to strive
Esse, one more time gets bloomed.
But little did I know
The wounds get scratched persistently.
The nightmares come back as a blow
The heart gets pierced eternally.
Sutures of the soul are undone
For people to have an excursion.
And you live, and live, and live
For what choice do you have?
Raison d’être
I have been assured all my lifeThat time heals the wound.Raison d’être is to striveEsse, one more time gets bloomed. But little did I knowThe wounds get scratched persistently.The nightmares come back as a blowThe heart gets pierced eternally.Sutures of the soul are undoneFor people to have an excursion. And you live, and live, and liveFor what…
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