Ancient sights to slave his longings Lost and captive between two worlds Have you seen this place before? Have you seen my fields of joy? But within his eyes the beauty fading Sacrificed my life of lies Torn apart to fade in cries Hiding in the conflict of confusion To quiver gently, torn apart inside But facing sights that my lies can't hide Defaced by war to ruin my shelter But still my memories cannot dissolve But still I'm drowning deep inside And all my hoping seems in vain Have you seen this place before? Have you seen my fields of joy? Have you seen me sink into despair?
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