Young unreal wrinkles crevice my face this year,
and my eyes grow weak with knowledge light.
My hands are shaking, pain in my back and feet alike,
from my rubbed out eyes come not one tear.
My eyebrows raised for I cannot help to wonder,
what lies will I take to believe and plead?
And which battles shall I pick, and what bridge will have water under?
What race can I win to win my dreams?
Mountains may be high and rivers all too deep,
with men on walls always watching to spring to justice.
But a strangely beating heart pierces every nerve in me,
so barefoot and naked I level my judgement.
A darling's kiss from across my world,
enough to lead me through all nine circles.
'Merci, merci! ' she cries in the night, this girl,
she pleads to be freed from her whitened red circus.
Her hair a mess, never has the world seen more beauty,
than this girl with a smile through any cold night.
She'd be there in a second had I asked any court jury,
but thankfully I'm hers, as long as she'll be called mine.
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