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(bilden är inte min, texten är)
As I walk amongst the ruins
That used to be me
A sudden breeze of warmth
Touches my face
And it feels good
As I walk amongst the ruins
That used to be my life
A child's voice reaches my deaf ears
Its resonance I can almost recall
From far away it sings my name
And as I watch the remains
Of the monster that used to rage my mind
I smell fumes of fear
Absorbing from the beaten skeleton,
Into the air, itching my eyes
As the desire to run
Emerges from within,
It occurs to me,
The source of the child's voice
I can now recall
And I run
Not from the fumes
Nor from the dead skeleton
But closer to the wonderful
Resonance of a familiar voice
And there
In the flicker of a second
I see the face of a child
Me and her, the same name
Thus, she is me
In her eyes,
In the eyes of mine
I saw it all
The demise
Of the beast I once feared
The mere haze
Of the fear that once blinded me
The creation and ending of all
In the very hands of mine
In her eyes, belonging to me
I saw the enemy
A creation of mind
As I walked amongst the ruins
Of the monster and the fear
The true voice of me,
Rose to speak my name
After an era of utter silence
As I walk amongst the ruins
That used to be me
A sudden breeze of warmth
Touches my face
And it feels good
As I walk amongst the ruins
That used to be my life
A child's voice reaches my deaf ears
Its resonance I can almost recall
From far away it sings my name
And as I watch the remains
Of the monster that used to rage my mind
I smell fumes of fear
Absorbing from the beaten skeleton,
Into the air, itching my eyes
As the desire to run
Emerges from within,
It occurs to me,
The source of the child's voice
I can now recall
And I run
Not from the fumes
Nor from the dead skeleton
But closer to the wonderful
Resonance of a familiar voice
And there
In the flicker of a second
I see the face of a child
Me and her, the same name
Thus, she is me
In her eyes,
In the eyes of mine
I saw it all
The demise
Of the beast I once feared
The mere haze
Of the fear that once blinded me
The creation and ending of all
In the very hands of mine
In her eyes, belonging to me
I saw the enemy
A creation of mind
As I walked amongst the ruins
Of the monster and the fear
The true voice of me,
Rose to speak my name
After an era of utter silence
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