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Hope I heard someone once say, As he was walking away
“Gather your nickels, and gather your dimes”
“Follow the fickle, and drink your wine”
I discovered deep inside, deep beneath the breath of time
I, as empty as a broken vase, do detest this horrid place
I am to walk a distance far to long for longing
I am to fight a war to pointless to be warring
I am to stand in the battlefield to collect dogtags
But I’m drowning in a pool of my own blood
Riding onwards, with needles in the sky
No looking back, Lest the dreams begin again
Am I to survive? Or do I visit the netherworld?
Am I even alive inside this hollow rotting carcass
Even though the sun shines bright,
On a patch of ground, in a river of light
It would burn my skin to go within
And turn the remorse into fury force
But I’m not the man I used to be
I shall climb higher and higher
From my chains I have been freed
I shall never begin to tire
For the years have washed away the boy
that stood on the shore of an ocean of joy
and could never learn to swim
now he is washed away on a whim
