Wrong notes, wrong words

Wrong notes, wrong words,
which are searching for light,
which want to escape from darkness.
We've been living at the temple of sorrow.
Now it's our time, but I'll speak by myself. 
Mamma Bear, don't worry about your babies.
They will be alright although I understand
your perceptions.
There are wolves with lamb suits.
Life is a fairy tale.
No promises, no guarantees.
It's
better to talk with actions
and we'll be focused on the journey,
looking forward to the silent sea.
That's our destination point. Meanwhile, the quotidian fact
will be present. Work and study, fight against the
iron of the times.

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