The Survival

Lost souls are meant to find each other
Fix and unleash one another
Broken hearts are meant to find a start
Digging through the hints of his art

Impossible is but a lie thrown in an ocean
An ocean you made by the fear of devotion
But the night will beautify your survival
And his light will burn the rivals

Dull eyes are meant to glow
You shall no longer sink in the snow
Cold hands are meant to be touched
They come back to life with a gentle brush

Impossible is but a lie thrown in an ocean
An ocean you made by your fear of devotion
But the night will beautify your survival
And his light will burn the rivals

GREG RAKOZY JONATAN BECERRA

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