But there's pain endless
You might not find passion in my eyes
But there's a fire that'll burn you.
I might be cold,
To you, a stone
You may think I dont believe
But, My thirst to live in belief
Is undying.
I Have an anchor point
That holds me tight.
You don't have to be my windowpane
You dont have to look through
But, just dont stand away
And be a critic
Let me live
In the substance of my life
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