Pile of Bone

November 18, 2011
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I look at the dark sun
Yet knowing someday must I run
Birds I see everyday fly free
In night sky hope flies above
Have you ever prayed to see?
Just like asking for love
I look up at the empty stars
I feel like a prisoner behind bars
What must I do, die?
But I’m not ready to say good-bye
You may think life is sucky
And never think of running home
You wake up and you are lucky
Not to be a pile of bone
I wake up with much fright
Then I look up at such sight
And I know you’re going to be alright





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