Once upon a shooting star
I was fighting
Blind and somber
Sticks and stones but a scar
Made of lightning
Made of thunder
Like a sun
Shining without a shadow
Like a swan
Sliding without a puddles
Cross my heart hold my arm
I had faith in
Shining armours
Come rain blow winds and war
I was wearing
Flying colours
Like a sun
Shining without a shadow
Like a swan
Sliding without a puddle
Like a horse
Riding without a saddle
Like a curse
Rising without an idol
Like a wreck
Drifting without a paddle
Like a jerk
Hiding without a Jekyll
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