Edward Grey

Here I sit
Doing the last thing I thought I’d ever do
Writing this poem for you
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You think the war is just begun
You think you are going to have some fun,
You think you’ve got me pinned down,
But I am moving to higher ground
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I love you
More than you can know
I love you
More than I can show
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As I walk through my day
Taking numerous steps
I think
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I float through this world without friend to my name
Why I am here I cannot explain
I try to be nice, but am just ignored
No one can see and I cannot explain
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Inside of me there is a man
Whose heart is broken
Whose life is a sham
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I cannot think
There is nothing to write
My mind is blank
The pages are white
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I had tried
For so long
To do things
I could not do on my own
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The man just stood there
In the midst of the slain
His sword in his hand
His armor on his back
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I have waited
For a long time
To find a friend who could read my mind
Someone who will always be there
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My hand if feeble
My life is frail
All my time has been spent
Walking a long trail
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All our lives we strive for our rights, from the day were born until the day that we die
We never give a thought until the time comes what will happen after we are dead and gone
We work all our lives; we toil and sweat, and never want to think about what happen after death
Our bodies are feeble, and our strength is frail, and in the end only our spirits will prevail
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I have tried so hard
My life is a sham
I cannot express myself for who I am
I have longed to find
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Broken lives
Perfect dreams
In my heart
Still haunt me
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I am breaking
Shaking
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