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History speaks a thousand words the past is never done What I thought were finished pages were just songs I'd left unsung My history speaks to me when I lie awake at night Speaking angry words and images to remind me of the fight I'm using my time wisely I am trying to get clear I'm trying to get in touch with what I love and what I fear But what I love is freedom what I fear is freedom too When I'm looking at my enemy is it me or is it you? Every breath take is a choice Every look I see a vision With every step I take I move...move into a new direction. Am I moving in a fast enough forward or falling steps behind? Am I keeping pace with my own voice or with words that are not mine? Is it compromise or sacrifice is the path of truth one line? Which is justice which is pain? Is it past that will define? Every breath take is a choice Every look I see a vision With every step I take I move...move into a new direction. So pack your emotional baggage if you're going for this ride My bags are packed already they are right below my eyes My eyes are seeing clearly what is music what is noise I have no maps there are no signs you'll have to trust your voice. Every breath take is choice Every look I see a vision With every step I take I move...move into a new direction. From Letras Mania