it started out as a feeling. which that grow into our hope. which that turn into a quiete thought. which that turn into a quiete word.
till a battle cry ..
i'll come back when you call me, no need to say goodbye.
it's just because everything changing. as you are the head of the war. because it's star on the dark horizon and follow the light.
i'll come back when it's over, no need to say goodbye .......
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