El Camino de Mi Alma

As night falls again
I go to find my pen
To journal some more
On the walk of my soul

El camino de mi alma
Doesn't come con calma

Memories bring back
Deep and cold sorrow
For there were many times
I never saw tomorrow

The tyrants of the day
Who seem to have their way
Could never comprehend
What happens at the end

I've seen this all before
I know I find my friends
And our heroic fight
Will bring about the light


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