S.O.S

June 18, 2008
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Chained to the ground where nobody goes.
Screamin' for help as the whistle blows.
Nobody Knows where I'am, Where I stand, Who I'am or this land.
Alone by myself, Cut and bruised, HALF DEAD,HALF ALIVE, The rain is my water.
The sun burns me as it rises, No shade to protect me from its damaging rays.
So alone and yes, So scared.
Chained to the ground where nobody goes.
Screamin' for help as the whistle blows.





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