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I am a voice of evolution,
I am a bringer of confusion,
I am a whisper in the noise,
I am a teller of the choice.

I was dreaming for this night,
I was walking in the light,
I was healed in my hope,
Given strength to fight and cope.
I was told then of my way –

Stop crying now, there is no one
To help you, man, – they all but gone,
They disappeared with the wind,
Theirs empathy you shall not find.

The Modern One, I was a fool,
The Heartless One, I was your tool,
The Sunless One, I could be light…
I am yet again alone in night.

I don’t know why I feel I am
Once lived through all of this –
And then I have forgotten whom I was,
Who were my friends, who were my foes,

I am walking through the rain
And my soul groans with pain,
Cursed be the love like blain –
It’s the soul’s bloody stain!

I am not one to follow,
I am not one to blame,
And my pass won’t be sorrowed –
Thus I don’t feel ashamed.

When one is set in own path –
He will escape all crowd’s mass
And will be ready for the fight
With own demons of the night.

I have been given flaming blade
To pierce night and fight with shade,
And it is glowing with that fire
The source of which is my desire.

I am a man of sorts, you know,
And I can feel yours feelings flow,
And haven’t mastered mine for now…
My love to you I did bestow.