Above the shades of graves and
below the shinning sky
I saw a man and his dreams
to rot alone and die
his friends of slippery hands
his youth in search to find
a love, a break in violence
a sweeter suicide
and all those tears so sad...
the man who cried
it's all he ever begged
one day to try
one day to try
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