The End
Chained to the deed at hand
Ashamed; afraid to stand
I’ll fall if I try to crawl
I’m small in a world so tall
Stalled, without a thought to move
No thing to prove.
I wish I didn’t care
About this stupid hand
I’ve been sold blind
But it’s not my souls kind
Of deal. I’m too real
You don’t feel
Anything like
I feel
It’s time to
Sign and
Seal.
Goodbye this time for real.
Because I know I’ll never heal.
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