all alone in a corner
People pass me by
No joy left or reason to try
I begin to cry
Tears filled with sorrow
Will my eyes see tomorrow
No legacy to leave
Just my words to read
I grieve for the once hope to believe
But before I carry away
With the breeze of the trees
All I ask
Is to be set free
As my one last attempt
Begins to flee
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