The Source Of Constraint

Esqarial

Balancing on the edge of a dream 
Unfamiliar faces passing me by when I'm tottering 
Behind the wooden door the smell of dust and mould 
In the shade a silhouette sitting back to me 

Peaceful mood causes 
That warmth replaces coldness 
Tension's in the air 
Interrupted by words said with care 

"Don't be afraid 
It's the beginning of your journey 
And I'm filled with fear 
I'm must hurry before it reappears" 

"Cut this crap off 
You don't have the right to talk in this way 
He is not ready 
To hear what you want to say 

For hundreds years 
I've been imprisoned in the human's shell 
I am the source of all conflicts 
I chime the constraint bell" 

"The Evil is his fodder 
Parasite gnaws my flesh and soul 
To New Home is calling him your voice 
Your consciousness will make the choice" 

He rose from his chair 
And was the old man again 
That I wanted to embrace 
'Cause I looked in my old, wrinkled face


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