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Push breathe
I know it will hurt
I am aware of the pain 
And I will be aware as they push lava in my veins 
I am an innocent man 
I am a man of no contest 
Though I cannot read the words of the paper you hand to me 
I can read the faces of this world 
Push breathe 
I know it will hurt 
I am aware of the pain 
And I will be aware as they push painkillers into my veins 
I am no innocent women 
I am a woman of contest 
Though, my greatest gift will soon be lying on my chest
I can read the faces in the room 
I see the empathy 
No need it for me 
Push breathe 
I asked for bacon and I ask for eggs 
And I asked for a pillow for my final rest
The walls are white 
and I think 
I will not be here for you to believe 
not just in my story 
not just for my rights 
but that I told the truth and led an honest life 
Push breathe 
Heat unmatched and you bond with my skin 
my kin unmatched 
my child and our brethren 
I asked for a pillow, I asked for rest 
The walls are white 
they asked to take her off my chest 
Breathe, breathe 
The walls are blue 
Though I cannot see
I know what faces are looking at me 
I lay down to be strapped to the gurney 
And I am lifted for my final say 
I look through the glass and wonder what you think
I am an innocent man 
I am a man of no contest 
But more than what you think 
I see you 
I hear you
I see your child, wide-eyed
barely seeing over the glass
and he hits it
tap, tap, tap
The walls are blue
I can see you 
Even in a sea of those I do not know 
I can see what is mine, in her bow 
I know what faces are looking at me with pure joy 
And I will play coy
I wish you were hear 
I wish you could see, the bundle of joy laying in front of me 
And in your undying need to hold her again 
you reach for the glass 
and I imagine your hand 
tap, tap, tap

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