There’s days I feel I have no chance
to set my spirit free,
if you should give me but a glance,
I wonder what you’d see.
A mind that’s wise beyond my years
a heart that feels so much,
blue eyes that shed too many tears
and hands that need to touch.
A body that demands I rest
no spirit left to cry,
resolve that’s beaten to the test
and memories that sigh.
I’m many things to one and all
I wonder who I am,
to live behind a solid wall
and think my life’s a sham.
I have my needs, my thoughts and dreams
to live before I die,
to wallow in my conscious streams
no more to live a lie.
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Hilly xxx
