Molded by the strongest hands,
Imaged by a creative mind,
Perfected by the sharpest tools,
A heart was formed by the test of time,
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I watch all these struggles,
But no one watches me,
They pay attention to their selves,
The pain they are inflicting,
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It's another late night,
The time only continues to climb,
My grandfather clock keeps ticking,
Ready to begin it's third chime,
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I wake up every morning,
Nightmares screaming from the night before,
A petrified thought rests in my soul,
What if these nightmares happen more and more?
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Every day we're beginning to struggle,
What happened to us playing in puddles,
Those late nights we used to cuddle,
Now all rests in a pile of rubble,
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There are times I wonder,
Whether I should live or die,
Because when I give it my best,
I end up swallowing inside,
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“Why is it you? ”
One question they must always ask,
Seems as if life is no more than a memory,
Pulling me away to stay off task,
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We must make a choice by daily,
Whether it may be good or bad,
To make and take the lies we break,
To the life we want to the life we have,
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When it feels like you’re stuck in the middle,
You, your life, your world seems to be trapped,
It’s stored away in a casket to tight,
With every corner tied down and strapped,
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Why is it when I am down?
That you are no where around,
Never there to help me off the ground,
Just letting my heart slowly pound,
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