When you hear thunder, remember me. Crimson stone is your heart,
you soul is made of fire; set me free.
True prophecy is that I must say goodbye, you only have to look at me
to know why. Please realize that all is lost, and it is I that has paid the cost.
My life, a cursed hell…no longer in your shadow will I dwell. I will learn to
take care and be free…it is simple; I have to be me.
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Wonderful!! Self-determination is well described!!
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