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"
The game of Egos"
From heart
to soul, from soul to heart...
For the heavens have gone mad outside my door.
Pity
is what I feel.
Pity for the treasures lost in the sea.
For the one who possessed it all
died in the heart with which I feel.
Am
I too much? Or perhaps not enough?
What ever it is, I have had enough!
Your love is cornered within the walls
Where my soul breeds within my heart.
So
let me invite you, one last time, as I am still here.
Invite you to feel the breeze of the hearts.
As you don't know where to start,
Let me suggest a point to depart:
We've said it all, we did it all.
We've loved, hated, crashed then repeated
The things that were the most needed.
We destroyed it, rebuild it, corrected it and absorbed it.
We let it go, then come around
To see it run away, again,
But just for "a while..."
Then as getting there was not enough,
We had to push it further.
To the sound of the game of egos.
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