With peaceful intent my way has been chose
I see the extent to the way my wind blows
the reckless endeavors saved for the few
decisions that severs the path that was through
long cuts live as the path looks unclear
it's just to forgive that keeps up the fear
silver lines are old and my book has to close
it can't be all cold with the doors that I've chose
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