Heavens doors open for the brave
not for anybody like me, a humble slave.
I was raised to believe that God only love thee
A man whose intentions where blinded with grieve.
I could sustain pain
and never eally remeber my name;
But the will to figh never dies
And no matter the pain, there is hope in my eyes.
You see trees grow old as my spirit
Your hatred blossoms with thy in it.
It never occoured to me the simple way
of how deadly it was to see the first light of theday.
I die with no hatred towards you
and above all, your heart is true.
We are not different like many state
we live in the same place with the same fate.
Death to me is death to you
AndI hope, some day everything comes thru.
I hope to see a world were my children can be safe
and where yours trust mine, in that have faith.
Angels sing so high in heaven
but you still are blinded like the black raven.
The way of love can't set you free
but let thy have pity likeI would give to thee
I am old and these words are old
but in the great memories of mine they shall be told.
Not a single death will haunt my soul
not even you will be haunted by my ghoul.
Have the tendency to see
a place were we all are free.
Be able to stay in a world so beautifull as this
And to heaven we can all fly, if God lets us, if he can please
Can you be ready for the tormentor of your trial?
Can you sustain the darkness and fire?
Let my soul in heaven rest
let me not be a stubborn, let me not be a pest.
I am a humble slave
and heaves gate will open only to the brave.
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