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The Morningstar

Seeking for the path
Trying to believe
Still withheld by wrath
Holding me in grief

Looking for the lock
Not knowing where to go
Ending thought on rock
Hoping it wasn't so

Freedom is the key
Becoming an identity
No one influencing me
A vision clear to see

So what withholds?
Why am I in chains?
I have found the moulds
But they are filled with pains

It's like all control
Is given out of hands
Influence the whole
And all life depends

Now is the moment
Thrusting in solitude
Nature is dormant
Time for awakening



NeXuS