Oh the tales of youth, in monumental displays. Foregone, only to conclude with imagination flared. Without a voice, with nothing said. She sat lonly eyed and stared. Left without a choice. Tighten the noose, soon you'll be dead.
Little heart without a choice beating strong beat on. Fear the day when light becomes a world. For then knowledge will surely come. Yet civilization now gone. Have we closed our eyes? Maybe our hearts. Maybe we're just dumb.
Leave me here so alone, without a root to draw. You knock me down from my throne. One hell of a fall. Yet I stand and laugh at myself. Always on my feet to land. Should I fall from my shelf. Again I'll learn to stand.
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