There are nights,
After being in long fights,
When you just want to go home,
Away from fright,
And out of sight,
Away from the light.

There are days,
When your rememberance,
Is a fuzzy haze,
And tehre are days,
When it seems as if,
Your life is a giant maze.

There are those moments,
That are full of torment,
And you just want to go home,
And turn your back,
From the friendships you had, but now you lack,
You just wish people,
Would cut you some slack.

There are those people,
That you wish would go away,
But some how they seem to stay,
No matter how far your life may sway,
They are there to cast darkness on your day.

There are those words,
That you wish would end,
That would go away,
There are those people,
You wish were you're friends.

There is your life,
Panned out in words,
Now go out in the world,
And don't travel in herds,
Be a free spirit.
And let the world hear it.
 
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