Sometimes we get so lost
As if life just grabbed us and had us tossed
We feel the pain of betrayal and hate
Perhaps it’s just fate?

Our eyes trickle little rivers
As our body in sadness quivers
Hanging our head we hang our head
We feel a light trying to break through the dead

The sky above condenses into a form
A familiar body with a familiar face worn
It looks at us and we buckle under its speech
We know the loved one has come to teach

The past is revealed, as is the now
The future seems to form in our mind somehow
We know what we have to do
And with that, away to our destiny we flew

-- Simba Canuso
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