In memory of Chester Bennington

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    Andrey

    Andrey New Member

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    I want to say thank you, Chester! You gave us a lot, your voice penetrates our souls. It is very hard to lose such a great man. My condolences to relatives and friends. Rest in peace, Chester! You are forever in our hearts.
    I want to dedicate these lines to you. I'm not a writer but when I found out what happened, I could not hold back my tears and wrote these lines.

    When the pain does not abate
    Our world fills our soul
    On our way we are not alone
    But which of them can share fire
    That burns my body from within
    When tears and sweat kindle my skin
    My soul will open with weeping
    I know that God test our life
    If it is your seeds of darkness
    Maybe only You can get it back
    But IТll accept your any challenge
    I will inhale, get up and fight again
    Despite the fact that this is a terrible pain
    I will inhale, get up and fight again
    Until the darkness takes possession of my mind
    Until my strength is blown away by despair wind

    In the shadow or in the light
    You can be happy or depressed
    Does it really matter
    Which began a streak in life?
    When the pain does not abate
    Neither love nor hate
    Can never make your soul free
    If the pain does not abate

    A thousand hands outstretched to me
    So serene, full of faith and love
    Give me hope and strength for my healing
    But which of them can share feelings
    Which burn my body from within
    I know if make one huge mistake
    Then millions can feel my awful hurt
    Your dedication and support
    Always will be in my heart
    But something terrible and dark adjoins this light
    I will inhale, get up and fight again
    Despite the fact that this is a terrible pain
    I will inhale, get up and fight again
    Until the darkness takes possession of my mind
    Until my strength is blown away by despair wind

    In the shadow or in the light
    You can be happy or depressed
    Does it really matter
    Which began a streak in life?
    When the pain does not abate
    Neither love nor hate
    Can never make your soul free
    If the pain does not abate​
     

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