Freedom comes at a cost
All the time
Nothing comes free I guess
Not just when it comes to money
Prices have to be paid
Sacrifices have to be made
Hard work has to be put it
The world is hard
And I'm no bard
To see that the price of light
Is to constantly fight
Yet at other times we should just let go
Let things flow
At other times we have to battle
The things that aren't natural, or in sync within us
Some are caught in an eternal struggle between light and dark
And I keep on praying, for that lonely tiny spark
To hit my mind, although it unfortunately hits a few
Just for that distant hope, of living life anew
We fight or die
We sacrifice or lose
We let go or suffer
Let go, to let the angels have you protected, buffered
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