obsticles are challanges hidden by fears
if i only knew how to how to hide my tears
if only the answers were more clear
then i could run away and wouldnt be here
if in love i didnt believe
then now ild be free
now in this cage
where my love burns with rage
and here i will stay til the end of all days
i have been turned to clay
and with me youll want to play
my broken heart shall decay
and in my grave unheard i shall lay
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