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Written by: Mei Dak'eglade
Date: Saturday, April 12th, 2008
Addressed to: Everyone
What will you do once the fog has cleared,
Nothing but clarity, nothing to block what you most feared
What will be standing there, with your eyes opened wide
Nothing to stop the shaking, nothing to push it aside
What will you do? What will you do?
Will you never stand but crawl as far as you can flee,
Allow yourself to drift away with the sea?
Never to be strong enough, never to be good enough
Allow defeat to take you until you had enough
What will you do, what will you do?
Or will you stand and face what is there
With tears dripping down, is the pain too much to bear?
Or will you stand with knees shaking so badly
Knowing it would be easy to run, which you'd do gladly
What will you do, what will you do?
The crossroads approach, what path will be taken?
Will it be crawling or standing, which will be forsaken?
What will you do, what will you do?
M.D.
Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 477 AF.
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Written by: Mei Dak'eglade
Date: Saturday, April 12th, 2008
Addressed to: Everyone
What will you do once the fog has cleared,
Nothing but clarity, nothing to block what you most feared
What will be standing there, with your eyes opened wide
Nothing to stop the shaking, nothing to push it aside
What will you do? What will you do?
Will you never stand but crawl as far as you can flee,
Allow yourself to drift away with the sea?
Never to be strong enough, never to be good enough
Allow defeat to take you until you had enough
What will you do, what will you do?
Or will you stand and face what is there
With tears dripping down, is the pain too much to bear?
Or will you stand with knees shaking so badly
Knowing it would be easy to run, which you'd do gladly
What will you do, what will you do?
The crossroads approach, what path will be taken?
Will it be crawling or standing, which will be forsaken?
What will you do, what will you do?
M.D.
Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 477 AF.