Verse 1:
To live is strife
To try and fail
While the joy that we want only comes after the pain
It’s a vicious cycle the circle of life
With mere survival as it’s only prize
Is that all, is that all, is that all
Chorus:
All the things that we run from,
We end up running towards anyway
We shouldn’t be running, it just wastes time
Fearless lion rise
Verse 2
Month to month life, so unfulfilled
You think an affair will fill the hole
Weak and desperate you lose your way
From what you know is yours
Is yours, is yours, is yours
Bridge:
The power, the power that you need
Comes from inside
The passion, the passion
Infuses the light
You are not losing
You were created to win
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