(Who would deserve it more?)
Someone told me in the dark depths of solace,
"Give up on a thing you always fail to face!",
But then you came like the card of ace,
To light me up, more than the sun's rays.
The cross wholeheartedly you kiss,
Did you not shed a tear, despite an abyss,
Instead held a grip onto yourself,
Ask me how, who says I can tell myself.
It is heroism after all, fighting the knife,
In a test of faith that is simply life,
And though the course of this piece has gone far,
still my question is,
How do you still find solitude in these?
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