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8. The relic

I told you, life’s on the run; you have to spot the light
I told you, life isn’t reaching high; it counts on you digging low

You told me that life is a game; the light is reflecting the lane
The minute I stepped on the path, all shadows resembled my past

I told you, life’s not a map; you cannot draw your fate
I told you, life’s not about giving up; you have to stand up and fight

You told me that home is the mind, which searches to broaden the
line
The minute I needed some help, you showed me ten books for
research
You told me that love’s for the brave who dare to question their name
The minute you tried to express the coldness of your loneliness