Light fading fast darking my present with my past racing to out run the case 

standing atop my pile of broken dreams looking for hope that simply will not be.

18 years a slave to society to monetary propriety to lies to unheathy ties 

You only write once to change the present from the future farther from your part

We are you we can win, i long for the day when we have won.

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