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I Walk Alone
I walk alone along the street Faces blur, I just see feet As I push my way out through the crowd I’m not here, I’m falling down Breathing out, breathing in Dark and black through my head spin. I walk alone full of despair Some people turn, some people stare No-one can help me, some have tried To ease the pain the tears inside The tightness grips my heart, the pain Will never leave, my life’s in vain. I walk alone my love has died A cruel and twisted turn in life My lips are numb, my feet are lead Please someone help me clear my head Despair and rage I stumble down Some helps me off the on the ground. I walk alone this busy street Some heads turn, some others greet My mouth is dry I cannot speak The dreadful words I must repeat He’s dead, he’s died my child has gone War has taken my brave son. I walk alone, freedom is won In this land where I belong But others do not have the choice Freewill to act or sound their voice We tried to help, protect, survive But is their hope worth all our lives?
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