Layin' here waitin'.
for something to come by,
never had i takin',
to ones demise.
Harder fought,
harder still,
though i was taught,
never to be frill.
I walk back,
into the dark,
down the shadow track,
with not even a spark.
High in the sky,
floating on clouds,
as i wave goodbye,
i fall into doubt.
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