Your feet need foundation to stand your ground.

Your hands need to reach and your song will be found.

And all that you did not intend,

are the words that I needed to send.



Your soul needs a friend, at the bottom of the pile.

Your eyes need a color to light up your smile.

And all that you do feels alright,

but the debt will increase hard inside.



Live your life in the end of the ease.

Make a stand for the thoughts that you need.

Block the way, when there’s no need to flee.



Your ears need a skill, for the tales to deceive.

Your mind needs a will, for trust and believe.

But all that is promised and said,

is always much harder to get.



Live your life in the end of the ease.

Make a stand for the thoughts that you need.

Block the way, when there’s no need to flee.





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