A warm hand awakes,
My cold and empty soul,
Urging me to keep on,
Traveling down this road.
I´m wondering if I can keep,
Holding up my head,
But the voice encourages me,
To work on toward my goal,
Peace to be and ever for more.

A warm hand awakes,
My cold and empty soul,
Urging me to keep on,
Traveling down this road.
I´m wondering if I can keep,
Holding up my head,
But the voice encourages me,
To work on toward my goal,
Peace to be and ever for more.
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