In all my dear sweet miseries
I've always faced the ground
Lay flat down, and stretched it out, I felt its cold embrace
In all my life's sweet pleasantires
All I've done is see
Looking around to those that stood, no sooner I'd lower my face
But I hold heart, just like the rest
Certain I should stand
I have my arms, I have my legs, yet I stay here on this land
Sadly there's no life in me
There's no sign left of strength
I'd rather lie here, play the sloth, where tears don't fall far from face
Author notes
Kick em while he's down. Tears don't have far to fall.
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