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Silent War


Looking at my face You'd never know In my life A war grows On the outside I`m filled with life On the inside I`m dying Not from sorrow Not from strife Literally I fight To live my life Each day A chain Holds me down To my bed A chain so heavy It makes my whole body weak I can barely lift my head This chain I don't let hold me down I fight to break free Til I can get out Then lead fills my body Weighing me down As I walk through my house I don't give in I refuse to fall Through the rest of the day The rest of my life I fight I fight to survive To live my life Not be tied to a bed Not let my illness Get to my head And most of all Use the strength in me to not let anyone see The silent war Going on with me
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