Desolate
Kevin Li
Carry on, leave that paradise be.
What has a purpose in the end?
Father, why have you forsaken me.
Only the lies can people see.
No message will the messenger send.
Carry on, leave that paradise be.
When will the people be free?
When will the broken mind mend?
Father, why have you forsaken me.
Hear that dying man’s plea.
Without hope and without friends.
Carry on, leave that paradise be.
Hope is as endless as the sea.
But in the end, only the sage will ascend
Father, why have you forsaken me.
On a throne of lies sits thee.
Never can I hope to comprehend.
Carry on, leave that paradise be.
Father, why have you forsaken me.
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