Can you run away from the past?
Can you hide from the future?
Whether the sins from the past
Like demons haunt you in your dreams
And a faint voice whispers
"It's your fault"
Chained your soul cannot escape
Tortured by guilt
Consumed by fear
Engulfed in dark thoughts
Burned by the cold fires of hate
Slowly dragged into the abyss
You realize this is the end
Yet the light shines brighter than before
Fear disappears
Hope returns
Fight for redemption
Stare into the abyss
Break the chains
Spread your wings
Now fly away...
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