The self preserved image of my unrequited rest.
I'm realizing now the pain, The struggling, my doubt.
And every insecurity the devil pointed out.
But I'll rise above his emptiness and self inflicted pain.
And throw all my distractions out,
Till only he remains.
Fountain of my youth,
Come back and bring me life.
Fill the void of helplessness,
Restoration take my life.
Stronger than the deepest grave ,
More powerful then death.
Rose again to rescue me,
And restore my happiness
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