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Dishing like the wishing well

Granting wishes but wishes never granted

It's all i'm taken for

A ride through hell and back

To reality - I hope this isn't some kind of spell

Binding pain keeps me trapped inside

Out of the frying pan and into the

Ready, aim , fire!

The smoke burns my eyes

Wide open spaces hold me captive

Audiences can't turn their heads from the fight

To the finish!  I run until my legs are broken

Hearts sinking, eyes flooded with tears

Blood and sweat dripping from my brow

Beating back the onslaught of a thousand yard stare

Down the barrel of a loaded gun

And run to the light

Of my life, there is nothing left

Right down to the final minute

Man standing guard over silence

Golden gloves fighting the shadow

Boxers desperate for their bells

And whistles break the quiet

Time for a new game