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Surabaya

In the light I stand alone In the shadows am I even there? My story faded by the memory of time. In me burns the soul of a poet the heart of a lion the strength of a warrior but if you don't see it Is it really even there? A fool and hero are one and the same I play both roles but you don't know it It only matters how you choose to see. I worry as if I have something to hope for I hurry as if I have something to strive for But when you look at me what is it you see?