The sun goes down, the shadows grow,
The winds of fate begin to blow.
I walk the path I chose to keep,
While all the world is fast asleep.
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A heavy heart, a steady hand,
I build my life on shifting sand.
No empty words, no hollow pride,
With nowhere left for us to hide.
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The clock will strike, the stars will fade,
I face the ghosts that I have made.
A man young at age, old in soul,
Who paid the price to stay in whole.