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The black from with in smolders Embers crackle from the fall of a life A spark bursting breaks what once was and will A knife twisted directly into an already broken soul The soul of what was an already broken man A broken man lost and alone fighting his demons Demons ragged with a constant fight at the gate A gate of hope always just a finger tip away The hands of a man gripping his face in bracing for the pain to come An unshakable pain that ripped to his inner core The heart bleeding out for any form of love The mind fighting to accept love is no longer alive Slowly the man's soul was lost The voice and true love from within buried Deep within this soul he would cry in alone Alone from those to protect his broke soul A knife twisted directly into an already broken soul The soul of what was an already broken man A broken man lost and alone fighting his demons Demons ragged with a constant fight at the gate A gate of hope always just a finger tip away Strength broken from within Inside was screaming to be understood Screaming for love to be returned Wanting to bring peace in his mind Peace lost little by little Broken down and stripped Alone he would question his value as a man The man in the mirror unrecognizable This man in the mirror is a stranger A stranger holding passage to a heart A heart wanting more unable to fight A knife twisted directly into an already broken soul The soul of what was an already broken man A broken man lost and alone fighting his demons Demons ragged with a constant fight at the gate A gate of hope always just a finger tip away Brewing like a hurricane The storm toar through leaving destruction The man will rebuild piece by piece The soul will heal and push forward The soul is a screaming for freedom A freedom to fly Soar as far as the skies will take the man A knife twisted directly into an already broken soul The soul of what was an already broken man A broken man lost and alone fighting his demons Demons ragged with a constant fight at the gate A gate of hope always just a finger tip away