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His road of thorns used to be gentle and so easy
Full of piece
and filled with hope
Inspite of weakness he goes further, but his feet
Are throughout piersed
And smeared with blood

Why did he end up among these dirty caves?
How did he manage to stand these nasty raves?

Stranger in the night
Battered and denied
Craving for the dwelling to restore
Soaked into the night
Shattered after fight
Wondering if it's all or there is more?

And in my life I have so many common cases
When I want
To give it up
Then like a fighter I am bruised and tied with laces
So confused
And hurt enough

Why did I end up among these dirty caves?
How will I manage to stand these nasty raves?

Stranger in the night
Battered and denied
Craving for the dwelling to restore
Soaked into the night
Shattered after fight
Wondering if it's all or there is more?

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