Since the beginning there’s been a push and pull

The drive to be free and the itch to be saved

We want to make our own decisions, pave our own way

Yet we want someone to pick us up and carry us home

We want to know that every step we took was out of our own choosing

Yet something inside us wants to believe it was it’s all destiny

The ancient angst, the brazen battle, the constant conflict… perpetual persistence

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