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A song im working on |
| Through this maze we call our lives, we try to find our way I never thought it would be like this, when I started out upon my way But an eagle chose to fly, and lift my head up high As that eagle dies, I begin to realize The tragedy of grace With a heavy heart and a spinning head, I fell down to my knees I prayed to god, please let it end, give me my release All these changes they are read, out of books we can not see All these changes in my head, are happening to me But an eagle chose to fly, and lift my head up high As that eagle dies, I begin to realize The eagle was always me The tragedy of grace |