My heart is loneliness profound,
My dreams are violence set afire,
My thoughts in chains are wrapped and bound,
My soul is burdened bruised and tired.
My shoulders bear a heavy load,
My legs have no more strength to stand,
My quick and sturdy step has slowed,
My cunning craft has left my hand.
But words have saved me once before;
What hope in words can I now find?
A hope to see that shining shore
That binds my ocean frame of mind.
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