I heard through the walls that they were about to crumble
Rubble, which cumulates up to my knees and blankets my eyes
I blink to slide away my 9th life
I have enough fight in me to shatter the hoary clichés
To look beyond the sealed lids of my drowsy sight
I’m going to find my lover in white
The devil’s dressed her in red to blind me from all that’s good in life
Light brings out the black in maroon
Spare me the fear, I’m ready to face my doom
For my lady in white who’s being taken too soon
I’m not what you call a God
I’ve never come close to being a son
I’ll make up for what the world has given me when I’m done
But the hero in the human isn’t taken from the heart nor the head but from its opportunity to become
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