As I walk along the path
Laid by the time towards the goal
Each moment becomes a thorn
And pricks to bleed my lonely soul
Days and nights
Are huge mountains to be climbed
Mornings and dusks are foes that
Descend with swords of pain well grimed
Love and kisses
Burn in heart like eternal fire
This life is nothing but a cage and
I am a famishing bird left without care
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