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a man
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november 2010...
Fires of the forest grow
as all the rivers dry
like a man's first impression
as you sit to watch him cry
within his lonely depression.
So deep, he can no longer try
to count the day's of his lesson
of understanding why he's here.
Take a walk in his shoes, see thru his eyes,
find your soul free of fear,
and feel the exact pain, afriad or not afriad.
You'll always cry the nights away
underneath the stars that shine,
holding these secrets and thinking to yourself,
"This knowledge is only mine."
