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Down the hills where he grew

there was no place, no peaceful soul.

Man only fought if they could live

and death was the only aim to achieve.

But once one boy turned up in a different way.

He asked himself who’s the one who makes the day.

“Is there a god or it’s just you and me?

Did someone meant the way the world to be?”

Far and away from his home

he took the roads on his own.

If dangers grew he became less afraid.

To raise his faith in many lords he prayed.

On my own!

I will fight I’ll try to live.

On my own!

Just to find what to believe.

On my own!

I’ll survive if no I will see

On my own!

Is there something to believe in?

As it happens in every story

there’s a failure and there’s a glory

and the lie becomes the truth

as the elderness is a youth.

In this story our hero

took his chance to see the light

but the only thing he found

there was no one on his side.

And drowning

in a sea

of lies and

dishonesty,

he got just one answer…

On my own!

I will fight I’ll try to live.

On my own!

Just to find what to believe.

On my own!

I can do it with my very hands.

On my own!

Never stuck in unexisting shell!