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Short Story - Lyrics by Clark Anne


Lyrics
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There is a little place in a little roomwhere a little chap hides away amidst the gloom.
Tucks his little legs undermeath a well-worn chairplucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair.A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fearsof every little cruelness that reduces us to tears.
Sharp is the lead but wellis penetrateall the nooks and crannies that this world creates.
There is so little time for us to stop and lookas he places the cover upon his little book.
There will come a day when this little man will dieand they'll put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky
His little lead pencel book and chairwill be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where ...

Book: Shattered Sighs