I'll become the shelter in the hope
That my death gives more before oblivion
I'm hoping that the river runs dry yet
Wear the face of all I know I am
I'm become the shelter in the hope
Hoping that the river runs dry yet
Wear the face of all I know I am
Born a slave here in denial
I am just holding my own sacred line
That I will keep on following
For the one wears the eyes that I conceived
I will brace, bleed and defy
The moment that the river runs
Wear the face of all I know I am
Both the liar and the honest man
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