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She's staring at me in horror
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My hair is growing shorter
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'You look like a boy, Ash'

I look at you looking at me.
Please, tell me, what do you see?
Do you see a man with a gentle soul?
Or can you see straight through to my darkness
trying to take control?
You ask what I see when i look at you.
Do i see a loyal friend?
Or can i see how much you're dying inside?
Pretending to be strong
for those who need a friend to stand beside.
It's something we struggle with every day.
And it's a fight worth fighting every step of the way.
Something i want you to keep in mind though:
even if the darkness wins, and all we can see is black
darker than the darkest night, in the end, we will all see the light.

I'm standing on the edge
Looking out past the shore
Hoping if I follow the horizon
I'll find something more.
Something worth fighting for.
All I want to do is leave behind the hurt and the hate
But deep down, I know it will follow me wherever I go like a panther in the night lying in wait

Day by day the rules has changed..
When the words false it's mean nothing..
The mission always same..
But the ways are different..

This is not mission impossible..
This is mission unpredictable..

How could the mission changes the rules..
Everyone didn't understand..
The way we look are different..
We have our eyes to be understood..
We have glasses to fill it full..
We have our opinion..

The mission didn't change..
But our mind are changes..

Let happens will be happened..
With all the happiness in the past..
With all the sorrow in the present..
With all the kindness in the future..

We are didn't change..
Our minds take the control..
The way we look..
The way we see..
The way we think..
The way we feel..

Hope everything gonna be alright in the end..

Looking for God
but can't find the truth.
Look for your soul
can you see it at all?

do you see them?
       do you see my words?
do you?
          can you see?
                       say something
                                     look at my words
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Cold drab and dreary, lost lonely and weary it can become very scary.

Winter, a dreaded season of depression, misplaced aggression and wearing many false expressions.

The beginning years filled with many fears, unreliable peers and unstable careers, you will shed a million tears.

From starting out young, very high strung, often finding yourself in the dung from many a slip of the tongue. But loving to play, building on foundations on clay, it swings, it sways, soon it's all taken away.

Nonetheless it's a learning process, some can only guess, while others think life's a game of chess but even through the strife and through the stress, true success come to those who know their blessed.

Once you discover, life's on good living uncover. You Look, Listen and you'll learn, true life must be earned and you'll get back a beautiful return.

Winter, a dreaded season, the blessed find the rhyme and find the reason. Then spread their wings, do the thing and a lovely song they'll start to sing, stepping out of winter into spring.

Don't stay in winter. DO The Thing.