I hear myself say the words, of how lifes unfair Its come to points where I dont care Mine eyes have seen failure with no wins Like a story told, by a child who does not know Close your eyes and listen to the words of Wisdom from those Whose innocence has been torn Tales told from days of old of now and then A feeble cry, a tearing eye from now and then No one knows or feels what I feels I keep it hidden away Its come to where I cant see My spirits weak, and my soul is cold Like a story told by a child who does not know Close your eyes and listen to the words of Wisdom from those Whos innocence was torn Tales from days of old of now and then A feeble cry, a tearing eye from now and Then
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