I know one day, they will hear my voice
From this thorn-filled wasteland
That I stride across wearily,
The biting scourge of the sun
Has been my companion.
I have made water
Out of the snake venom
I have wobbled in the far, far foot lane
To see life, but death
Friends, but foes
One day, they will hear my voice!
I have seen friends
In chameleonic glides
Wearing the gaze of the serpent.
I have seen, I have seen
Life and death, friends and foes,
In the same path, in the same lane
Behind the moon, below the sun
But one day, they will hear my voice!
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