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On and on we go,

I am but a piece of drift wood in this vast sea

Caught in the tide

A beautiful disaster is the only explanation.

Born into this world we wake as men

thrown to the hand of deceit.

It is only right to be mad at the world

When death is its only certainty. 

Yet as my predecessors before me

I will surely follow

O the Glory!

They told me when I was young that I would be great

O my weary soul, has this cycle become my fate?

I look into the eyes once old, now new

Everything is bright but my heart is still blue.

Because the softest sigh that you may leak

The smallest tear, still leaves me weak

Still I am strong for you. 

O the Irrelevant!

Is this what I've become?

Is this a gift or curse? Was the song already sung?

Is this a gift or curse? That I myself would take on this role

Something inevitable that lies deep inside my soul

It is Fate that has sung louder when I remain quiet

It is Me that sings now for hopes of love not unrequited