When it’s almost lost in the best of times,
There is no hope and vision in sight.
Life provokes you to surrender,
The beast must die forever.
Every door seems to be drowned,
In dark dreams of the new king crowned.
And when the city is ready to fight,
Come out of the dreadful night.
That ray of hope appears,
That requires you to clear.
Accept the sins of past,
Come again and be real in every task.
It’s not about winning or losing,
More of a competition of cruel kings.
Wake me up I don’t want no more sleep,
This limbo is a lie and killing me from me.
A pinch and I realise,
It’s real it’s my tough life.
Calm down no easy plays around,
Another day another time another round.
I’ll be back with a bang not for the arena,
But in the eyes of the loved once be a John Cena.
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