The Viking
I am down on bended knee asking god for a plea
I am just I of what I used to be
I am a forgotten memory
Thus I want to turn and flee
My composure is dewelling as I gather strength for sanity
I feel I lost touch with humanity
My soul will never have clarity
I will forever be in obscurity
Knowing I am selfish in vanity
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Copyright © Roxanne Boubion-Martin | Year Posted 2006
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