Sky's fold,
I die cold,
You take away everything I strive for,
my dreams are like a leaf in a river,
its banks are rough, and I stare like beaver,
Waters ain't receding let me take a breather,
But I was born to be a winner,
I find inspiration in all the failure,
its 1492 and I am a sailor,
I earn more than the paper,
All the nights when I was on my knees ain't gonna vapour,
I don't even need to answer the question
who's my saviour?*
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