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I bear my soul through my words- Most wouldn't dare,

I bring you into my world- A journey that is rare.

Before you didn't care- When I told you my life was unfair,

But now you've begun to see it- Because I've taken you there.

And from what you've seen- You don't know how I could take it,

Thinking to yourself- If it was you, you wouldn't make it.

Now you see, that the world I see- Is dark and full of rain,

And inside of me, these feelings be- 'Cuz I'm cold and full of pain.

I've barely stayed sane- Through all of the confusion,

I continued to play the game- Even though I kept on losing.

I've been a spectator- Of my own game of Life,

I couldn't make my own moves- Because I couldn't see the light.

But I persisted through the obstacles- Forcing my way through,

And I have been given a gift- So that I may show the curse to you.

I'd be lying if I told you- That every thing was now fine,

But my vision is a lot better- I know longer walk my path blind.

Yet still I remain trapped- A prisoner in my own mind,

Sentenced to Life- Depression has been my only crime.

But I can feel the change- That is now under way,

Can you see it as you read?- The dawn of a new day.

Not much left to say- Not much left to do,

'Cuz I can feel it in the air- And I can see it- Can you?







Michael C. Lucas