The road is narrow,
My journey, shallow
My heart felt sorrow,
I'm clad in yellow
The sky, was throng with sparrows
I aimed with an arrow
My targets spied by scarecrows
My vision was in yellow
I slumbered with no yellow
My life felt so hollow
I waited till tomorrow
The anguish, i swallow
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