Another fight
Another fight,
another teardrop down my cheek,
it seems you've found more wrong with me...
but there are secrets that I keep.
Secrets that comfort me
in the cloak of night,
secrets that drive me further
towards the saving light.
Another fight,
another word spoken to tare my soul,
it seems you've found more wrong with me...
but there are secrets that I hold.
Secrets that light my path
and keep my spirit bright,
secrets that will someday
end this painful plight.
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