He
thinks he moves easy
On
the corridor of shadows
The
wind whirring its sound
Nothing
seems to change
He
smells the air
The
garden of roses
He
forgets about the thorns
It
is always there in the beginning
He
walks with confidence
He
thinks he holds the cards
He
forgets there are others
They
too playing the game
In
the time of black and white
In
the shadows of light and dark
There
will come a time a person will know
The
sins have to be paid in full
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