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I think I see it clearer
Now that skin and bone remain
Everyone I once held dear
Now, goes by a different last name
Oh, the girls I've loved
Oh, the things they've left
Oh, this ball and this chain

This is a lullaby
My biography and bloodline

Grew up privileged, but so scared
Felt love for the first time with the preacher's daughter
And, could hardly bare the ending
Pride, pretending I didn't care
But, I did
And, I moved on in the pain
Found a girl that painted and walked against the grain
But, it wasn't me
She wasn't mine
And, time proved that well
So, I walked in the rain for a year or two
Maybe more
I wasn't counting
When their debutante daughter found me
A project to complete
But, I didn't not seek her fixing
And, my walking turned into running
And, my running took me miles away
Took me here
And, when I look up now
I can see clearer
These words and these poems
Have only fed my fear