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Think
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Inside Out As I sit here solmn
Quiet and sublime,
I think of wasted years
and also wasted time.
I think about the churches
I've sat in through out years,
I think about the sorrow
I think about the tears.
I think about religions
And faiths I sat and learned,
I think about the hunger
and desire that I yearned.
I think about the emptiness
I always have inside,
I think about the walls
Built for me to hide.
If one wish I was granted
to cast along a spell,
One thing I would wish for
It's learning how to yell.
One thing from another
A chain does each one make,
This chain is getting heavy
I'm about to break.
