Of Master Time

May 11, 2009
By Symba Nuruddin BRONZE, Midlevels, Other
Symba Nuruddin BRONZE, Midlevels, Other
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Once upon a time

I lived

My soul was strong and I felt the meaning of it
I was feral inside and I knew the feeling of it
Long before I knew the dealing of it

But that was once upon a time

I was young then
So who could blame me
For not seeing the thorns on the rose

I was young then
And though it shames me
I trusted others and saw no foes

I was young then
But still they tamed me
My spirit broken without whips and blows

I am young no longer
With life they maimed me
The quiet voice that no one knows



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