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Borrowing Luck (and Rhyme)
I came from far to here
shedding ever homesick tears,
vowing that this wasn't home.
Maybe I would always roam;
I should not be in this place.
I live here on borrowed space.
Victim ever and never,
innocence he would sever.
Maybe I should be dead,
but I'm writing this instead,
trying just to find a rhyme,
maybe using borrowed time.
The way my father could be,
it's a wonder they had me.
Why'd they stay with each other?
At least I don't have a brother
to put up with all their strife!
I'm living a borrowed life.
Now, tell me, how about you?
Is your life borrowed, too?
Have you no sanctuary?
Time's beneficiary?
Cursed with death for a chance birth?
What you've borrowed, you're more than worth.
