It burns
This pain
This thorn
Planted in my side
To much of a burden
To much to bear
I stumble on my feet
Swaying in the breeze
I come to ease my stress
To make this burden less to bear
I lay at your feet
Waiting for the yoke
To be lifted away
So I may rip this thorn from my side
And let the blood flow freely
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