sorrows

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  Stop, stop, stop Tired of this world And all the sorrow in it I am tired of myself even though I’m tied with it   Lips are stitched together Words are muffled in mouth
We all have dreams to strive for   a goal to reach to reach for   we just have to wait for the right moment   to get success like the Romans    
There is beauty in the folds of my skin and the crease in my brow Underneath my matt of hair and freckles There is power behind my quiet voice and my timid thoughts Seeing past my unsureness and doubt
Oh Gentle Whisper Your child weeps for his hope has died His sky falls An unheralded fate upon his shoulders Inveigled by his desires To sacrifice the little bit of freedom he has left
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