My Own Shiva - Azrael 19

There is no sense to prepare

Stretch out your hand, recreate yourself
Take the first step, take the first breath
The thing that you fear will follow you
Turn around facing the fear Come to the truth

There is no sense preparing accept all with dignity

To cure the deep wounds it`s not a myth
Find peace of mind and for whom to live
Sweet dreams and respect, is it all you need
Or maybe you want to leave something to your breed

Stretch out your hand, recreate yourself
Take the first step, take the first breath
The thing that you fear will follow you
Turn around facing the fear Come to the truth

The lighthouse still burning and the ocean so routh
You are far away but choose the right path
Life is not fair, but everybody has it own one
Give me all excess, throw away your fake crown

Do whatever you want, throw away your fake crown

The future is not yours, plans are not justified
Make your destiny, you can't always be right
Finally i am free
Please don't forget about me

Written by:
Mikhail Efimenko

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