I swear I try my best to
hear the little whisper on
my ears. I think I should
be more careful or perhaps
pay more attention.
Time has changed,
I ‘m still the kid
Who feels at home.
Linger on, those innocent
Voices don’t know what
To do neither where to go.
I ask myself what known
south american fighter
would have done.
There’s no correct answer,
In fact, there will never be.
Your choice, you way.
As easy as that, you’re
made of what you want
to be made.
Put yourself on the line,
Jeopardize whatever you
Have on your hands.
If you have never realized
It’s definitely an ongoing
search.
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