CardsThe cards he plays seem to beSo unexpected, so unfairI often don't have the card I needBrings me to despairHe was called God long agoBut now, I call him friendHe seems so nice and caringA million scary cards in his handI still do believe himAnything he says to meHe will play another cardHe's mean, and I will see
EscapeWe walk in the morning sunUnder the cloth of natureTrees of happiness, a sky of funNo more worries, not unsureThen I can really feel aliveI don't think, for some timeMy civilization can now thriveI hear the birds trying to rimeIt is perfect, yes it isBut in a way, it isn'tI get filled with happinessI stop walking, and listenI can hear my past echoIn the winds that blow my earsCan never run, can never goFrom my hated pit of fears
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