In the tide of life;
A mild needle enters slowly,
In the middle of heart newly.
The heart that suffered loss,
Connected to the eyes that lost focus.
It’s fight between the God and Mind,
And the plan, where do we find?
The blade of guilt tears the heart apart,
Souls brake and go with souls that depart.
In the storm of death it rains in the eyes,
In the tide of life it’s all god’s lies!
A mild needle enters slowly,
In the middle of heart newly.
The heart that suffered loss,
Connected to the eyes that lost focus.
It’s fight between the God and Mind,
And the plan, where do we find?
The blade of guilt tears the heart apart,
Souls brake and go with souls that depart.
In the storm of death it rains in the eyes,
In the tide of life it’s all god’s lies!
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