Weakness
A towel used and uncleansed
A shirt with no hem
I feel lost with no sun
In a maze with no rope
Guided with no tour guide in sight
Believing i can but wounded before the battle
No cry for help
I'm to strong for that
Intsead I keep away
Closing my spirit and mind off
From everyone except god
Only he can untanle my web
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