Hope is real, i guess i have found my faith.
i'm focus now,no time to shine.
gold is invauable to me,the reapers hates this,the demons too.
my foot step are light,walking on air,or am i being carried along?
bright and sunny days are everlasting there no such thing as clouds.
something new awaits me i'm happy father has spoken.
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