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Epic... And still they struggled on.The immortal still was fighting strongbut his doubts grew, this fight too long.He thought he should have won by nowBut the mortal persisted, he knew not how.... And still they struggled on.The mortal was tired, his body achedFighting with thought, and speed, and all his strengthAgainst a foe no one could beatHe had to be quick on his feet.... And still he struggled on.In the fight, beneath the ponderous moon,The two were locked for agesAnd for the mortal, it must end soonOr the turning of the pagesOf life's book would leave him behindOut of sight and out of mindHaving done nothing with his lifeBut study to fight with a sharpened knife.... And still they struggled on.Doubts and doubts multipliedBehind the immortal's placid eyesfighting 'cross the circle of crushed black stonewho's one half had no side to call it homefor there lay the great abyss.... And still they struggled on.The immortal's thoughts, plagued with doubtfilled up
Water and SaltThe ocean, with tides Flowing in Flowing outAt the moon's call Made of water and salt And little living thingsMother of lifeMy motherSo am I, with tides Flowing in Flowing outAt the moon's call Made of water and salt And little living things.
SurrealAlive is kind ofSurrealEatWalkSleepFile thisRemember thatGo thereDo thatSmileLaughTalkA breath of windChill in the airAutumn leavesDeja vuNorthern lights?NoNot yetAlive is kind ofSurrealAm I here?Really?Alive is verySurrealTo meBut late-at-night-lying-in-your-armsIs realAnd my hand in yoursIs realYour kisses on my neckAre realWaking at dawnAnd hearing your breath by my earIs realYour lookYour touchYour hairYour eyesYour loveRealAnd alive isn'tSo surrealAnymore.
Somewhere it's RainingIt seems that not a day goes byBullets and bombs dont fall from the sky.Pray to Allah every dayMake it rain instead so I can play.Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's rainingDay by day this war goes onI'm left no choice, I write this song.See fighter planes soaring byThink birds are all that should fly.Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining.We're living poor the fields are dryBut bullets are all that fall from the sky.So many soldiers marching throughWhen I'm grown I'll be one too.Somewhere it's raining. Somewhere it's raining.Where is it raining?
four wallsI know these four wallsI built them.I know these four wallsKnow these ancient blood stainsThe blood was mine.I know these four wallsKnow the smooth partsWashed by a thousand tearsThe tears were mine.I know these four walls.I know these four wallsKnow the false comfortKnow the deceptive peaceOnce found inside.I know these four wallsKnow the pain they lock insideThe pain they breed.I know these four wallsI built them.Set me free.