Wounded
On that day when everybody loved me
The applause was undying to hear
There was frenzy all over the place
Filled with warm welcome and embrace
It was too perfect not to open my eyes
For reality was occupied with hypocrisy
Too blind to see fire in heaven
Too deaf to hear screams from whispers
Too numb to feel a bleeding heart
For everything was perfectly crafted
while I watched them doing their thang
But not everyone of them was real to me
Apparently they did it for purpose
For I was a brave knight to rescue them
To fight for them until war finally ends
But when the show was done
Each of them flew with the wind
As I laid on the ground wounded
Left me with no proud and honor
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