They think that I am nobody
Than a dog among a heap of ashes
Yes I am but clean from the ashes scrub
And I am somebody someone
Like them they do not want to acknowledge.
They don't see me
They see the heap of ashes
Even when the dog is gone
The ashes remain
This is what they see
Not me, clean and gone.
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