State of Mind
You'll never know
This lonely hole
Where cold winds blow
My worthless soul
Or never hear
These falling tears
The silent cheers
When death comes near
Fortunately
To some degree
You'll never see
The pain in me
These things I feel
Try to conceal
They will not heal
But they are real
Daniel Turner
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