Restless
Everyday you walk by me,
I lie wasting on the ground.
To you I am someone else’s worry,
To you I am a bad dream.
Whilst you step over me,
Remember I to had dreams.
To me the sky was not the limit,
I walked with my head held high.
No-one knows what tomorrow will bring,
One day what you see could be you.
Hope that others will then be,
More generous than you to me.
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