Ditch
I’m down in this ditch I’ve dug for myself
I can’t seem to get my way out.
The walls are too high to do it myself,
And no one knows just how to help.
All I can do is just dig my ditch deeper,
And hope that I end up on top.
The day turns to dark, and night turns to light,
But always fades right back away.
The deeper I go the less light I see,
Until almost nothing is left.
Who knows if I’ll ever find my way out
Of this deep, dark ditch I’m stuck in.
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