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After having seen the light
Common belief living is normal
But we don't really understand
The power of our will

Can we grow and evolve as we want ?
Taking decisions ? choosing by our own ?

We don't really understand
What is right or what is wrong
But we grow as the people
Who live beside us want

As a sculptor shapes rough stone
That turns into a perfect statue
Our personality changes face
Day by day, as their hypocrisy wants

Only with thought our mind is free
To fly where no one can trap it
Dreaming an irrational life
To live day by day, till the end

Then, tired but fulfilled, will we die in peace ?
Knowing to have done all was possible to do ?

Then something within us changes and we begin to think by our own
We understand our life's not perfect, it will never be
Suddendly we wake up from our sleep and discover a nightmare called reality begins
All the things we were used to believe right have revealed themselves nonsense

I've tried
To live a perfect life
I've mistaken
Was I really unable ?
I've understood
It was not my will...not my will

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