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I Grow
And if they ask you why you give up, Don’t tell them it was hopeless. Don’t tell them it was bad. Tell them all your fears, how they drove us mad. Tell them of my pain, how it came to that. Tell them why I sleep, my faith, my hope, it’s sad. For I don’t know. I know not myself. For once I tripped and fell, I doubt all things I tell. For all the dreams since ten, all the time I’ve spent, all the dreams I’ve sold, and all the truths I’ve bent. To make my soul at peace, but storms still rage within. For I’d like to close my eyes, and drag me down to sleep. But again I rise to be, for I can’t stop to think. For I will disappoint, every one and more. For dreams are born too soon, and we are yet to grow. Though when you want to throw, every thing you are, don’t forget who mold, the one who came this far. So I now join the sea, yes, exactly how I seem. The weight too much for me, So I, not me, but we. For all the times I’ve been, different I would feel. Lonely, drained and beat, and now again I weep. For I now walk these streets, with no place left for me.
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