Vulnerable
I can see the dowsing Eye in the sky.
Watching me from above as I lie.
Mocking and Scoffing at me as I cry.
Screaming and yelling I try,
But no one cares to stop and psy.
Struggling to stand up for a chance to strive.
The eye suddenly strikes and slams me down like a fly.
Telling Me that I ain't no "wise guy."
Seeing the light ahead, I see no more bad guys.
Only the white surrounding that stands by.
Maybe this is the end for me and the Eye.
No more getting bullying for a life time,
As I say my Good- Byes.
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