Perhaps, I'll Find Rest
I am leaving this place,
Eloping, never to return.
My mind is made, my heart is firm—
I will not live and die this way.
I gave my all,
Held faith that things would change,
But every dawn was fire and ash—
I will not live and die this way.
I know not where I’m going,
Yet I’ve nothing left to lose
But these chains.
Perhaps, somewhere, I’ll find rest.
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