I Write
The words on this page
The feelings that I can't quite
Display, only through rage
That maybe just might
Land me stuck in my cage
The reason that I fight
To put out this beautiful blaze
That might be too bright
To see through my own craze
Because it's just too light
To see my darkened face
Or the low of my newest height
Or the height of my newest cave
Nothing can be just right
Living life in the free age
The words on this page
The feelings that I can't quite
Display, only through rage
That maybe just might
Land me stuck in my cage
The reason that I fight
To put out this beautiful blaze
That might be too bright
To see through my own craze
Because it's just too light
To see my darkened face
Or the low of my newest height
Or the height of my newest cave
Nothing can be just right
Living life in the free age




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