Krantol Northic Biography

Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
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this cycle or hurt, this cycle of pain
my mind says its different but my heart knows its the same
I'm left helpless, cracking from stress
pressure from all sides, not given a rest
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I found my shoebox
of letters and dreams
sent by a friend
or so it seems
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when the night burns into day
and the sun begins to shine
the promise of your love
never lingering behind
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