Running to the most profound piece of the heart
On the innermost solitary road
The wondrous road of truth lays
Ahead of your eye of a fighter
Running to the most profound piece of the heart
On the innermost solitary road
But the road of the truth
Is not forever quiet
The test has come (of spiritual) attack
It's a trap waiting for its prey
The foot will heed strength for such a stride
When focused on the awaiting thorns
In this vague blur the eye is weeping
In the dust there's worry about the branches
Expecting an easy inner (spiritual) struggle
Is like yearning for the moon in the middle of the day
His wondrous road cannot touch the eye
His beginning is far from his end
Which is not yet in reach..
The wondrous road of truth lays
Ahead of your eye of a fighter
Running to the most profound piece of the heart
On the innermost solitary road
But the road of the truth
Is not forever quiet
The test has come (of spiritual) attack
It's a trap waiting for its prey
The foot will heed strength for such a stride
When focused on the awaiting thorns
In this vague blur the eye is weeping
In the dust there's worry about the branches
Expecting an easy inner (spiritual) struggle
Is like yearning for the moon in the middle of the day
His wondrous road cannot touch the eye
His beginning is far from his end
Which is not yet in reach..
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