Lost soul
The lost soul of the middleweight but the burdens on his back cause such heavy weight
the mind losing its focus looses Rythm darkens pressure build like the abysses on the Pacific Ocean
problems not specific to a particular person but the person runs away from the pain like an ant that is alerted
crying eyes of a baby crying eyes of me...just maybe soul twisting twisted figures in the dark I can never figure
out what the pain will be not that will comfort me like the buzzing of a bumble bee or the wings of a songs of a humming bird
words that aren't always darken me brings like to a smile that warms me til this lost soul lost happiness lost control the words of another excited me smiles with in brighten me no more loss soul because the soul has found me
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