Familiar faces and places, 
look back to see how my life traces
images cyclone, through the empty spaces

Hurt, pain, tears, fears, the years
have tought me well, still I know that there's

A life that has lite, from all the tribulations & Strife
Even if it is hard to do what is right... 
I can't regret the story that is my life...



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