I can hear the whispers of the world
In dark corners conspiring
Of ways to bring me to my knees
Once more on this bleak day
I always here the whispers
I always feel the weight
Of the world and it's worries
I feel it bearing down On me
I feel my legs giving way
They whisper with dark intent
They revel in my downfall
I feel my knees giving way
Will no one save me
Will no one give me a chance
Tears start to fall
My strength starts to fail me
I start to fade under the weight
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