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Alone My life as a child, Distant memories there Happily playing my hiding games Drifting the sea of clouds falling down, Spinning crashing beaten the child Closed my eyes feel the way, Wheat fields of doubt Uncomfortable here, Bully boys Scarred my life. Falling broken bleeding Too deep inside drifting away, Pale mom's face tears for a safer place. Kind the preacher, music with the cantor His choir singing a new life is mine. This longing brought me here All I lacked but now I gained, A home my mother chose Our trust beyond words, Shown the little bit Of heaven we found. I want to feel my freedom Conducting melodies of love, All my living days in music, I’m alive Knowing I was too afraid to try and fight, Nothing more or less I am the coward. Fly with me and open those eyes The wheat fields of heavy blows, Striking a nightmare now Sobbing dark the night My hourglass of time. No need the doubt in me Heavenly bells in the tower, Swinging a song - Shine on me. Angel choirs praying a new psalm The faith in God his mercy I'm pleading, Forgive the bullies their sins, hiding in the fields.
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