Piano

The Constant Battle of Life

A billion blood-red butterflies beating brillaintly in the sky
Sometimes, it makes me wonder why...
There are thousands of evils in the world
But why does the light still seem so pure
Yet even though I fight the darkness I can not win
But the darkness still can't snuff out the light from within
A contant battle of different ideals
Means constant blood spills
In the lives of many

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