I know that If I become what I want to be,
That I’ll erase all this inside of me.
I know I will make my world so much better,
That if I had wings,
I’d be able to fly.
For now,
I have no flight,
The pain in me brings me no life,
And that it’s prescence brings nothing but strife.

It’s annoyance of it’s discussion,
Of it’s reality of truth,
It belittles,
Those around me,
And brings no good to prove.

I only make what good I have
Turn into shades of gray,
The longer this pain lasts,
Black will cover them array

So I state in the witnesses that read,
That I will do till death to someway succeed.
For there will be no power of such,
That will ruin those I love.
For I am only I,
But take the hearts of those so dear,
And break them slowly,
With an absent fear,
Is not to come,
And will never be,
For I will not allow such things to conquer me.

 
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