Oh, Seven
A few more hours to shed this skin.
And let new memories settle on in.
I gaze at the time on the tv screen.
Wondering if this new year I'll be clean.
I've lived my life so far in blur.
Slacking away and yet still striving something to refer.
Maybe I'm one big contradiction
My emotions left me a victim and labeled me an eviction.
Hey o seven, I may contain a soul.
I'll try looking in the mines of coal.
Somewhere its gotta be here..
Its kept me alive enough through all these years.
No matter how black my hands get.
I will strain to keep these eyes lit.
Even if no color remains.
Oh Seven, I will sustain.
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