Excavate the rhythm of poetry

Find a way at the end of the tunnel. There is a light at the humble starting point in the battle. Make a face at the end. When told that faith is a scam, give God a look because you have given everything. Why don't they clap again? The bitterness and sweetness of the mistake are unbearable. If you don't love it, my friend, but a puppet with a thread dances with the dying heartbeat to change your pace. Because if I keep moving forward, I may find a way. Chorus: I am still alive. I will give you all my time, and I will put it on all the lines. Hey, find a way to the light. Why does every breath of mine have a test? I will find a way for you. There is still a long way to go, but no one will accept it. Why does every breath of mine have a test? I will find a way for you. There is a long way, a long way and a long way. Why don't you accept it? Can you feel your nails go deep into your skin to prove yourself until you die, but you didn't start. If someone doesn't reach out as soon as possible, you may lose it, because you humble yourself just to prove that you can do it. Don't do this, don't give up getting it back. Put it on your chest and let your first attack come back. I didn't try. You killed me gently with your words. I like death.