Skeletons
A closet full of skeletons,
buried so deep.
To the surface they slowly creep.
The lies you have told
are the secrets you keep.
But it's the truth these skeletons seek.
So run away,
put your feet to the ground.
And when your out of breath,
you will slowly turn around.
Those skeletons are there,
they have followed the sound.
Its the roar of the fire,
from the bridges you burned.
That led them to you,
as if their concerned.
So now is the time to face your fears.
You are older now,
so hold back your tears.
Right those wrongs,
and watch the skeletons disappear.
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