Keeper Of The Flame
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 Countless Corners


Everything in history almost didn't happen.
How it managed to occur will always be a mystery
Memories are constantly careless of Father Time
When tomorrow comes I will wish it were yesterday


Everything means something to someone out there
Even tho all are locked in the vault of their mind
Something means everything to someone out there
While most ideas and such remain forever unsigned


Every corner turned is an adventure set anew
And there's no straight and narrow path to travel
No one dares to tell all things that are true
Being afraid their closed off world would unravel...


To find the biggest problem in this old world
Doesn't take more than a couple of minutes
Because the biggest problem in this old world
Comes down to all the people that are in it.


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