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Lost Of Translation - text

He lost faith on a rainy monday
When the storm gathered at the door
It would take him a month of sundays
To get back what he had before

Knocked down, knocked out
Not sure what life's about
All is hopes are reduced to nothing
All his future insecure

The road to the left - looks dark and daunting
The road to the right - is an endless hill
The road in the middle - still scares him little
But he doesn't have a choice of standing still he

Cried up to the heavens
This wasn't my design
There must have been an error
There must have been some grave mistake
And struggling every second
Was pointless and sublime
Where in he found his character
Where in he found he couldn't break

A cold breeze on a rainy monday
Stuped down with his head in his hands
Never felt so crushed or humbled
Overwhelmed by life's demands

No hope
No plan
Right back where he began
Could have sworn that the sky was falling
Couldn't hold it in his hands the first little step
Was dark and daunting

The second after that was hader still
He knew he was slowing
But he kept on going
'cause the flavour of defeat
Is the bitterest pill he

Cried up to the heavens
This wasn't my design
There must have been an error
There must have been some grave mistake
And struggling every second
Was pointless and sublime
Where in he found his character
Where in he found he couldn't break

And the wind blows
And the wind blows

Lost in translation
From shire to town to nation
Fulfilling the ancient
As time rewards the patient

Now it's time for you to forget
Your distant glory
Now it's time for you fulfil
Another story
Maybe a painter a guide clark a maker
Or maybe a writer
A king a star a fighter

Now it's time for you to forget
Your distant glory
Now it's time for you to fulfil
Another story

And it's not about the place you go
It's what you're learning
And It's all about the way you grow
Along the journey

The road to the left - looks dark and daunting
The road to the right - is an endless hill
The road in the middle - still scares him little
But he doesn't have a choice of standing still he

Cried up to the heavens
This wasn't my design
There must have been an error
There must have been some grave mistake
And struggling every second
Was pointless and sublime
Where in he found his character
Where in he found he couldn't break

Rouhded down
Build back up
Polished growned
Filled with love

And the wind blows
And the wind blows

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