what, what makes us strong? what makes us brave? or leaves us alone?

When everything crumbles, i'll be the last one to go
pack my belongings, leaving family and home
take, take what you need, not what you want, but all in between
live, live like the sea, you can be you, and i will be me 
for all this time, but still my mind is on..

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