Opportunities are lost
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In a starving shade of silence
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And every battle fought
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Has left me looking back
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What we obtain through isolation
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Often leads us deeper into war
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So tell me how can I retreat?
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Some things are worth fighting for
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And how do we justify
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When actions are conceived in weakness
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Is there honor in my heart
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If I lack the strength to act?
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And though my hand is trembling
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And my eyes are wreathed in so much doubt
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And every instinct shows me fear
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I stand my ground
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We have no Olifant resounding
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Nor fortunes here to carry home
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No epic tale becoming legend
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Only choices right and wrong
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But somewhere in the haze of life
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I find there is a perfect shining light
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That each of us must seek to know
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The truth of who we really are
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So sing a song for Roland
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And all of those who sacrificed their lives
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Their colors traded in for
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A world of black and white
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So sing a song for Roland
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And all of those who fought for what was right
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You may never understand
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For whom they died
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Perhaps they will banish me
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From the annals of history
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In the end it matters not
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We direct our destiny
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I've lived beyond myself for an instant
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And heard the echoes in the hearts and faces
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Of the people I will never know
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But I still cannot forget
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So sing a song for Roland
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And all of those who sacrificed their lives
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Their colors traded in for
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A world of black and white
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So sing a song for Roland
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And all of those who fought for what was right
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You may never understand
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For whom they died
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So sing a song for Roland
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And all of those who sacrificed their lives
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Their colors traded in for
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A world of black and white
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So sing a song for Roland
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And all of those who fought for what was right
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You may never understand
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For whom they died
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Roland
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The Cruxshadows |