Tears
They fall and crash around me
they build up to a roaring sea
they make me want to flee
they give me a final plea
the tears start to fall
the darkness begins to call
the writings on the wall
the words seem to crawl
my heart is torn
my hands so worn
my mind full of scorn
my soul is reborn
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