Frozen, locked, unable to move, held in inertia's bitter kiss,
Too much of our life, racked with cramp of the soul, is wasted like this,
Frightened, scared, covered in battle scars, too afraid to try, to miss,
Unlock, look upwards, and bathe in sunshine and starlight's sweet bliss.
(Goggs '06)
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