I AM NOT GIVING IN

Presumed dead, her soul still breaths

Her sorrows, turned to symphonies

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And on this dark winding road

She walks with the light of hope

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Her reflection in troubled seas

Fades away, silently

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And her voice carried by the wind

I am not giving in, I am not giving in

Holding her head, reliving memories

Shadows  that obscured, have gone to sleep

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And on this dark winding road

She walks with the ligh of hope

She prays as she kneels

And the daemons retreat

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And her voice carried by the wind

I am not giving in, I am not giving in

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Terrible mistakes had been made

Not again, not again

Past is like the grains of sand

Blow it away, blow away

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And her voice carried by the wind

I am not giving in, I am not giving in