I close my eyes, tell us why must we suffer
Release your hands, for your will drags us under
My legs grow tired, tell us where we must wander. . . .

My soul grows heavy and hope fades away.
Why am I still here? Why do I yet draw breath?
Everytime sleep takes me
I prepare to dream my last dream
and then

and then I'll be free . . . . . .







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