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What is left.....
It winds up the pain of chain,
With each blow you dare to rain,
Not that I want to take again,
But what is left for me to gain.
Scars that you leave behind as stain,
Every action you bound to command,
Not that I love what you demand,
But what is left for me to chase around.
Screams that have piled up high,
Thunders roaring above the sky
Not that I can't speak to plead,
But what is left for me to lead.
Timbers that i set on fire like dreams,
With each flame now i burn as beams,
Not that I care to run after streams,
But what is left for me to redeem.
© manib
With each blow you dare to rain,
Not that I want to take again,
But what is left for me to gain.
Scars that you leave behind as stain,
Every action you bound to command,
Not that I love what you demand,
But what is left for me to chase around.
Screams that have piled up high,
Thunders roaring above the sky
Not that I can't speak to plead,
But what is left for me to lead.
Timbers that i set on fire like dreams,
With each flame now i burn as beams,
Not that I care to run after streams,
But what is left for me to redeem.
© manib
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