I could not care less for oh, So many things tales of your distress And what tomorrow brings Alluring you on sight I'd harbour my delight You could not care for what tune sorrow sings In this battle of ages A breath of fire would light your pilot Are you soul courageous A breath of life would make you maybe see... You bring me to the ground, you bring me to the ground Victory's in vain unless one knows the score Inner peace reclines in place the bitter scorn Spirit maketh man always at hand but Spirit fails to save the ones worth waiting for.
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