I see darkness as a twisted path
A path we seek to travel down
There we see the horrors of the truth
That's were where we had been

I see the pain we give as presents
To all and to nobody these gift are receive
To find out we gave to our self
And to nobody else did these gift meet

I see people talking about love they want
Is nothing more then lust they seek
Love is somehow forgotten in the sheets
And yet they still seek love

I see hope as nothing more this waste
For people have lost faith in them self
So they fight one and another
In order to have any means at all

I see wars people create just to create something
Something they hope to ease the hurt and horror
That they know to be and yet can't escape from
When the simpler answer is staring at them

I see the path I must walk to be anew
And yet it scares me so much to take that step
A step that could cause problems then solutions
But this is a path I must do alone if you please

very very true

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