Step by step all black left
Out with the breeze that cleared my head
Haunted scenes of misery
Now forgotten, history
Slowly something
Warm and real woke up in me
Darkened memories, dead-end streets
Now forgotten, history
My eyes were empty
My light was weak
But now I’m redeemed; now I can see
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