Alone I strolled on an empty path,
only with my dreams
and faith of better times
To reach for the sky,
was my motto
Yet wings, I had none
Who was I to determine my fate?
but a young boy,
with a feeble mind,
longing to be a man
I stared in the mirror
and heard voices
My conscience was trying to speak,
but the words fell on deaf ears
Lost in the abyss,
trapped in a dark void,
of eternal anguish and sorrow
my life so became
I looked to the heavens above,
hoping for a sign
Cheating myself,
to dreams that amounted to nothing
I wonder,
with the life I led,
will they let me in?
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