Hoping change to come soon,
I think it will start tomorrow,
My soul will fly in a hot air balloon
To get rid of all this sorrow.
Nothing is indeed eternal,
Not even the most excruciating pain,
It's our choice to be as an infernal
Souless demon with no reign.
It's a choice to keep the chain
Or break free and the shackles outrange
And to clean or not that persistent stain.
My doomed life, I will arrange!
Lost everything, now it's just gain.
All it needs is little change.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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