When the will shall amass the truths
And the chimings of time shall pass
It is then that the hurdles of fame
Brings a reality to the love of the farce.
In the window of regret that we open
And wide-eyed to the lies we do learn
No longer are we wrought with desires
For mistakes are wielded to yearn.
But it's in the shadows of space that we lay
In turmoil of the ill-laden grave
As begotten creatures of darkness
In guilt our decisions do waive.
But from the soiled earth do we awaken
As a branded flame of rebirth
And it is in new light that dawn does restore
True faith in the claim of our worth.
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