What's the point
in living a lie
the sparrows fly
in the azure sky
what art thou? life..
with it's problems nigh..
turn back the time
to when i was a child
unruly and wild
with a heaving sigh..
grew up without,
turning the tide.
nothing at all....
could make me mild
no arms for me open wide
no none is on my side
i do repent and do regret
that i let myself grow untamed.
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