With Time
In a room he sits alone thinking.
His mind is always racing.
His thoughts don't have an ending.
Within himself he is pacing.
He wants to reach out and feel
but its like he has no heart.
Hes left it alone from the suffering
which tore him all apart.
His mind is constantly thinking.
He needs to make that choice.
He fights within to break his curse.
He wants to use his voice.
Hes been alone for far too long
and yet he still remains.
He could move on with his life
but he will not break his chains.
He'd rather sit until hes healed
and then maybe he will rise.
When all is well like it should be,
he will be in someones eyes.
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