It's Easy

It's difficult to beat the strain.
The strain of fate behind me.
It's difficult to hold your breath.
The breath of life above me.
It's difficult to wait an hour.
The hour glass of pity.
It's difficult to light the eyes.
The eyes of love beyond me.

It's easy.
It's easy.
It's easy.
It's easy.

It's difficult to fight the beast.
The beast of hope that pains be.
It's difficult to strike the iron.
The iron fist that pounds me.
It's difficult to touch the air.
The air of joy around me.
It's difficult to pick the lock.
The lock of love beyond me.

It's easy.
It's easy.
It's easy.
It's easy.

It's difficult to ride the moon.
The moonlight burns inside me.
It's difficult to find the blade.
The blade of grass in heaven.
It's difficult to bite the chain.
The chain of guilt that binds me.
It's difficult to find the song.
The song of love beyond me.

It's easy.
It's easy.
It's easy.
It's easy.

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