I walk the cold hard line
I walk the line
In this cold hard world of mine
Through my eyes I have seen
My innocence
All of my dreams dashed
Upon the walls of hope
In others eyes they think I cannot cope
There are no words left for me to say
For I must heal in my own way
Foolish pride or so it seems
My own wounds licked
By myself within those dreams
Where all my hopes laid
In solemn candlelight
Til bids farewell
To my own fight
Upon that wall shall be found new hope
In spite of those who interlope
~Moses~
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