Struggle of Living
Where is this,
This place full of eyes?
Oh how they judge me,
Though they know not of the lies.
What is this,
This place I don't belong?
No one will claim me,
I must have done wrong.
When is this,
This moment I'm alone?
The silence bites deep,
It makes me shutter and moan.
Why is this,
This pain it hurts me?
Maybe I derserve it,
Yeah, must be.
Who is this,
This marvelous light?
He says "go with me" and I must,
It is time to take flight.
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